If One Ill-Treat You
Original lyrics by
Translated by Burrage
If one ill-treat you for my sake,
And daily you to shame awake,
Be Joyful, your reward is nigh,
Prepared for you in heaven on high.
Of such a man fear not the will,
The body only he can kill;
A faithful God the rather fear,
Who can condemn to darkness drear.
O Christ, help Thou Thy little flock,
Who faithful follow Thee, their Rock;
By Thine own death redeem each one,
And crown the work that Thou hast done.
© 2004 Mark Gstohl, PhD.