1 How painful is the task,
A member to disown;
Once by the church esteemed and loved,
And as a brother known.
2 Could aught prevent the deed,
The solemn deed declared,
How happy it for us had been,
From such a duty spared.
3 But oh, the love of Christ,
The love of truth demands,
This needful, painful sacrifice,
This duty at our hands.
4 Should we at sin connive,
Or any evil spare,
How could we give account at last,
When Jesus shall appear.
5 His eyes as flames of fire,
Search all the churches through,
Naught can be hidden from His sight,
Though veiled from mortal view.
6 To Him may we ourselves,
In faithfulness approve;
And while we mourn our humbled state,
Wait His reviving love.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16122