Gifted by the Lord to teach, I sustain the weary ones.
When I waken daily I, listen to what’s on their tongues.
Neither turned I backward nor played the rebel in the gloom.
Though some struck me, pulled my beard, others prophesied my doom.
God’s my help in time of need. Stonily I face the street.
Who contends? Who vindicates? Come, confront, and we will see.
Adversaries fall away. I’m not guilty night or day. .
Bring it on, for grace has won. God is with me all the way.
Image: Take thee a great roll, and write on it with a man’s pen, 1898, Public Domain
Source: Isaiah 50:4-9
Text: David Alexander, 2022, CC BY-NC SA 4.0
Tune: Culbach, Public Domain