The Death of Stephen

John Newton, 1779, from Olney Hymns, vol. 1, hymn 120

As some tall rock amidst the waves, The fury of the tempest braves; While the fierce billows toiling high, Break at its foot and murm'ring die: 2. Thus they, who in the Lord confide, Though foes assault on every side; Cannot he moved or overthrown, For Jesus makes their cause his own. 3. So faithful Stephen, undismayed, The malice of the Jews surveyed; The holy joy which filled his breast A lustre on his face impressed.

4. Behold! he said, the world of light Is opened to my strengthened sight; My glorious Lord appears in view, That Jesus, whom ye lately slew. 5. With such a friend and witness near, No form of death could make him fear; Calm, amidst show'rs of stones, he kneels, And only for his murd'rers feels. 6. May we, by faith, perceive thee thus, Dear Saviour, ever near to us! This fight our peace, through life, shall keep, And death be feared no more than sleep.

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