i br br Blustering God, br Stamping across the sky br With loud swagger, br I fear You not. br No, though from Your highest heaven br You plunge Your spear at my heart, br I fear You not. br No, not if the blow br Is as the lightning blasting a tree, br I fear You not, puffing braggart. br br ii br br If Thou canst see into my heart br That I fear Thee not, br Thou wilt see why I fear Thee not, br And why it is right. br So threaten not, Thou, with Thy bloody spears, br Else Thy sublime ears shall hear curses. br br iii br br Withal, there is One whom I fear: br I fear to see grief upon that face. br Perchance, friend, He is not your God; br If so, spit upon Him. br By it you will do no profanity. br But I -- br Ah, sooner would I die br Than see tears in those eyes of my soul.