Fear Not the Coming Persecution

 

Lord, we pray You’d give us courage

To preach the Gospel far and wide

If we’re slain for speaking the Truth

Let it spread on our blood-stained tide

 

Fear not the coming persecution

Not the enemy’s bloody sword

To be absent from our body

Is to be present with our Lord

 

For after they kill the body

There is no more that they can do

For us, death is only a door

To enter into life with You.

 

Oh the exceeding privilege

For us, a martyr’s death to die

May our death, like the Son of God

Point souls to God in heav’n on high

 

9-19-25