In toils and in strifes, in storm and in gale,
In darkness of night, in peril or in stripes,
If my body be burned for the truth I have given,
Or in prison I sit for the Gospel I have preached,

Though my friends may forsake me, and family all disown,
Should lions consume me, and jackals rend my bones,
My lips shall proclaim and my heart shall it sing,
For no evil thrust upon me shall silence its song,

Thus no matter how dark, or no matter how dreary,
May the toils of life, though they weigh on me strong,
Silence the song that comes from my lips,
Blessed be the Name of the Lord.