1. O shrink, my soul, when man in sin dares mock the Christ, the Crucified, who in apparent weakness then for guilty sinners bled and died. [Sing to the Lord 336]

2. 2. They still mock him, who now above in glory reigns – unseen indeed. They still reject the King of love, their only hope in time of need.

3. 3. Oh, he shall to this earth return, and all who ever lived shall stand before his judgment throne and learn that mockers shall from heav’n be banned.

4. 4. God is not mocked: one day they’ll fear to harvest all that they have sown; but Christ in glory shall appear to gather all his very own. Sing to the Lord 336 Projected with permission Text: John Goris, 1998, © Sing to the Lord, 2012 Tune: Jeremiah Clarke, 1701