1 Shall Atheists dare insult the cross
Of our incarnate God?
Shall Infidels revile his truth,
And trample on his blood?

2 What if he choose mysterious ways
To cleanse us from our faults?
May not the works of sovereign grace
Transcend our feeble thoughts?

3 What if his gospel bids us strive
With flesh, and self, and sin?
The prize is most divinely bright
That we are call'd to win.

4 What if the men, despis'd on earth,
Still of his grace partake?
This but confirms his truth the more,
For so the prophets spake.

5 Do some that own this sacred truth,
Indulge their souls in sin?
None should reproach the Savior's name,
His laws are pure and clean.

6 Then let our faith be firm and strong,
Our lips profess his word;
Nor even shun those holy men,
Who fear and love the Lord.