The Many Are Not Always Right

The ma­ny are not al­ways right

The few not al­ways wrong;

Weak oft are those who boast their might

But truth is al­ways strong.

O

let me have a ho­ly name

E’en though alone I be!

Vain is the charm of earth­ly fame

And sin’s short vic­to­ry.

I’d ra­ther with Eli­jah stand

Alone on Car­mel’s crest

Than own al­le­giance to the band

Whose shame was there con­fessed.

I’d ra­ther have a Da­ni­el’s crown

Of fear­less for­ti­tude

Than base­ly lay my man­hood down

With cra­ven mul­ti­tude.

I’d ra­ther be the one true heart

Strong in a pur­pose high

Than cow­ard­ly from Christ de­part

With re­cre­ant hosts to die.

Whate’er be­fall

to me a place

Be with the vic­tors giv’n

Where faith­ful ones be­hold His face

Amidst the bliss of Heav’n!