Who are you that you fear mortal men The sons of man that are but grass That you forget the Lord your maker Who stretched out the heavens And laid the foundations of the earth We all like sheep have gone astray Each of us has turned to his own way And the Lord has laid on him The iniquity of us all Wherefore when I came was there no man? When I called was there no-one to answer Is my hand shortened, so it can't redeem? Or have I no power to deliver? [Isa. 50, 51, 53]