We are not summoned to the silent shade,
Nor veil our flame beneath a coward’s bushel.
With holy fire we rise, unashamed,
Proclaiming Christ — the Lamb, the Price, the Crucified.
Bold be our tongues, unbowed and Spirit-led,
Declaring Jesus — Sovereign, King, and Name!
No whispered creed, no soft apology,
But trumpet thunder splitting heaven’s frame.
We will not kneel to open-minded sin,
Where every trail is paved as equal truth.
Narrow the gate, the way austere within —
Christ’s holy path is to see from the mountainous Biblical view.
Be bold! Be brave! Let no foul wind betray
The Rock on which our anchored feet are stayed.
Rejoice, O saints, along the narrow way —
Where joy runs deep and grace becomes our wage.
Eyes fixed above, through tempests we ascend,
On Christ the solid Summit we endure.
Wide is the road that flatters self to its end,
But narrow climbs the path that leads to pure.
Let heaven and earth forevermore confess:
Jesus is Lord — the Name above all names, forever blessed!