Expos'd, from love to man, to scorn and woe;
He would have sung of Jesus; and his lays
Would shame our empty, soulless minstrelsy,
Whose strains in praise of Jesus never flow!
10. ON TYNDALE, THE MARTYR. [(notes)]
Tyndale! Blest martyr to the truth and right,
Who in thy zeal didst cause, with labor long,
God's word to shine out in thy native tongue,