Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend,
On whom my hopes of Heaven depend!
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere His Name.
Asham'd of Jesus! yes I may
When I've no guilt to wash away,
No tears to wipe, no good to crave
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
Till then,-nor is my boasting vain,
Till then I boast a Saviour slain;
And oh may this my glory be,
That Saviour's not asham'd of me.
HYMN 56.
Jesus Christ is ris'n to day,
Our triumphant holiday,
Who did once, upon the cross,
Suffer to redeem our loss. Hallelujah.
Hymns of praise then let us sing,
Unto Christ our Heav'nly King;
Who endur'd the cross and grave,
Sinners to redeem and save. Hallelujah.
But the pains which he endur'd,
Our salvation hath procur'd;
Now above the sky He's King,
Where the angels ever sing. Hallelujah.
HYMN 57.
Jesus! exhalted far on high!
