From out the millions of the earth
  God often calls a man
To preach the Word
  And for the Truth to take a royal stand.
’Tis sad to see him shun the cross,
  nor stand in its defence;
Between the fields of right and wrong,
  A preacher on the fence.

Before him are the souls of men
  Bound for heaven or hell;
An open Bible in his hand,
  And yet he will not tell
All the truth that’s written there;
  To them ’twould be an offense.
The joys of heaven, the woes of hell.
  A preacher on the fence.

Now surely God has called a man
  To battle for the right;
’Tis his to ferret out the wrong,
  And turn on us the light.
And yet he dare not tell the truth;
  He fears the consequence;
The most disgusting thing on earth
  Is a preacher on the fence.

If he should stand up for the wrong,
  The right he’d not defend.
If he should stand up for the right,
  The wrong he would offend.
His mouth is closed; he cannot speak
  For freedom or against.
Great God, please deliver us
  From a preacher on the fence!

But soon both sides will find him out,
  And brand him as a fraud.
A coward who dares not
to please the devil or his God.
Oh Lord, free us from fear of man;
  From cowardly pretense;
Cleanse out the dross and fear of loss,
  And keep us off the fence!