Do you love Christ? I ask not if you feel
The warm excitement of that party zeal
Which follows on, while others lead the way,
And make His cause the fashion of the day?
But do you love Him when His garb is mean,
Nor shrink to let your fellowship be seen?
Do you love Jesus, blind, and halt, and maimed?
In prison succor Him? nor feel ashamed
To own Him, though His injured name may be
A mark for some dark slander’s obloquy?
Say not, When saw we Him? each member dear,
Poor and afflicted, wears His image here.