Verse 1
Where is now the feeble reed
Shaken by a damsel’s breath?
Man he can no longer dread,
Pain, imprisonment, and death;
Fill’d with virtue from his Lord,
With the Spirit of faith and power,
Peter stands, by grace restor’d,
Stands a rock, and shakes25 no more!
Verse 2
Reeds may still, if Thou ordain,
Into rocks and pillars rise:
Me, the weakest child of man
Jesus, strengthen from the skies;
Fill me with that Spirit of grace:
Witness for a dying God,
Then I shall the truth confess,
Dare to seal it with my blood.