They Shall Despise Thee For My Name: Poem by Steven Reeve

They shall despise thee for my name,
Thy love for me on them shall grate,
For this, thee shall be given blame,
On thee, they shall place their hate.

Be of good cheer,
Trouble not thy mind,
Do not fear,
Mine is the power to bind.

Troubling times are ahead,
Do not sorrow,
For this I came and for this I bled,
That thou would have a tomorrow.

When they seek thee out,
Be thee brave and bold,
Them shall I rout,
For thou to me art more precious than gold.

Until the end of time, I am with thee,
Thou art mine,
It is to me that thee should flee,
Come; receive the reward that is thine.