Let these be my witnesses
Without love the greatest deeds
Are foul with death and decay
These accolades and merits
Are just what papers say
Let witness be the dead and
lame,
And the praise of Christ’s name.
Let the witness be the acts alone:
Praised or cursed with His throne.
Hidden hand and gentle word
Secretly given for thanks unheard
This is what the master asked
Thus we are sacredly tasked
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