While thus Drusilla at the emperor's ear Artfully wove false witness against Paul, Paul in his chains was beating out his heart In throbbing letters of such strain as this: If any consolation, then, in Christ There be, if any comfort sweet of love, If in the Spirit any fellowship, If any moving of compassion even, Make my joy full, belovéd, that ye be Like-minded each with other, the same love Within you all, one spirit, one accord; Far be contention, and vainglory far, But all in lowly-mindedness esteem Each one his fellow better than himself. Look not each man toward his own things alone, But each man also toward the other's look. This mind be in you which in Jesus was: He, in His right, was of the form of God, Yet thought not his equality with God A thing to be held fast to as His spoil; But freely made himself of no repute, Taking upon Him the bond-servant's form And entering the similitude of men. Nor yet was this enough; He, being found In fashion as a man, humbled Himself Still farther and became obedient, To the degree of dying--not a death Such as befalls the common lot of men, But that most dreadful death upon the cross This is the reason why the righteous God Exalted Him so highly and the name Gave Him that over every name prevails, That in the name of Jesus every knee Should bow, of beings in heaven, of beings on earth, Of beings under earth, and every tongue Confess that Jesus Christ is Lord of all Unto the glory of the Father God. So, my belovéd, as ye have obeyed Me ever, not as in my presence only But in my absence now much more, work out Your own salvation with much wholesome fear, Awed in the thought that God Himself it is That in you works alike to will and work As seemeth in His holy pleasure good. No murmurings and no questionings allow, That ye may blameless be and void of guile, Children of God, open to no rebuke, Among a crooked people and perverse, Full in the midst of whom ye shine as lights Set in the darkness of a world of sin; Steadfastly holding forth the word of life, That in the day of Christ I may rejoice As having not in vain run this my race, And not in vain accomplished all my toil. But, let it even be mine to be poured out, As on an altar set for sacrifice, A victim for the service of your faith, Know I rejoice and with you all rejoice; And for the selfsame cause rejoice all ye, Yea, and in fellowship with me rejoice.'