Afraid? Of what?
To feel the spirit’s glad release?
To pass from pain to perfect peace,
The strife and strain of life to cease?
Afraid — of that?
Afraid? Of what?
Afraid to see the Saviour’s face,
To hear His welcome, and to trace
The glory gleam from wounds of grace?
Afraid — of that?
Afraid? Of what?
A flash, a crash, a pierced heart;
Darkness, light, oh heaven’s art!
A wound of His a counterpart!
Afraid — of that?
Afraid? Of what?
To enter into heaven’s rest,
And yet to serve the Master blest,
From service good to service best?
Afraid — of that?
Afraid? Of what?
To do by death what life could not —
Baptize with blood a stony plot,
Till souls shall blossom from the spot?
Afraid — of that?
E. H. Hamilton