Verse 1
Scourg’d by the world’s opprobrious tongue,
Silent I bear the private wrong
With meek humility;
Revil’d, I answer not a word,
Assur’d, that Thou, my righteous Lord,
Wilt speak at last for me.
Verse 2
But when the honour of thy name
Thy cause and church my service claim,
Commanded to contend
I must th’ imputed crime disown,
Trample the foul accuser down,
And Thee, and thine defend.