“Who clings with resolution To Him whom Satan hates Must look for persecution; For him the burden waits Of mock’ry, shame, and losses Heaped on his blameless head; A thousand plagues and crosses Will be his daily bread. “No danger, thirst, or hunger, No pain or poverty, No earthly tyrant’s anger Shall ever vanquish me. Though earth should break asunder, My fortress You shall be; No fire or sword or thunder Shall sever You from me.”
Published on: Sunday, May 17, 2026
