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Would I? ... Would You?

One day in loved Jerusalem

There rushed a shrieking, maddened crowd

Upon a lonely kneeling form,

Before his God and Saviour bowed,

And when with cruel stones they crushed

His beautiful and gentle life,

He prayed the Father to forgive

Their ignorance and raging strife.

This man was Stephen. Lo! a JEW,

Who died for Christ. Would I? Would you?

See! far upon a lonely isle,

An aged man with snowy locks,

Exiled because of faith in Christ,

His only temple wind-swept rocks.

Ah! Once he leaned on Jesus' breast

And gazed with fond adoring eyes

Into that face where love divine

Still beams upon us from the skies.

This man was John beloved, a JEW,

Witness for Christ. Am I? Are you?

A Galilean fisher stood

Amid a fierce and angry throng,

No tremor spoke of hidden fear,

His face was peaceful, calm and strong,

And when they killed him for his faith,

As they had killed his blessed Lord,

He gloried thus to die for Christ

And counted it a rich reward.

This man was Peter. Lo! a JEW,

Who died for Christ. Would I? Would you?

A captive bound was brought one day

To Nero's judgment seat at Rome;

For Christ he bore the heavy chain,

For Christ he had no wealth nor home;

The noblest martyr Rome could boast

Of all the thousands that she slew,

The great Apostle sent by God

To Gentiles with the message true.

This man was Paul. E'en Paul, the JEW,

Who died for Christ. Would I? Would you?