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Page 151 - Not Ashamed of Jesus. 1 Jesus! and shall it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of Thee? Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine thro' endless days? 2 Ashamed of Jesus ! sooner far Let evening blush to own a star: He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine.
Page 151 - just as soon Let midnight be ashamed of noon ; 'Tis midnight with my soul till He, Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee. 4 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend, On whom my hopes of heaven depend; No : when 1 blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere His name.
Page 150 - eyes ! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts His saints to day ; Here may we sit and see Him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day, amid the place Where my dear Lord hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Within the
Page 146 - How Sweet the Name. 1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
Page 146 - S Dear Name, the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding-place ; My never-failing treasure, filled With boundless stores of grace. 4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King ; My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring
Page 151 - endless days? 2 Ashamed of Jesus ! sooner far Let evening blush to own a star: He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine. a Ashamed of Jesus I just as soon Let midnight be ashamed of noon
Page 148 - S Firm as His throne His promise stands, And He can well secure What I've committed to His hands, Till the decisive hour. 4 Then will He own my worthless name And in the New Jerusalem Before His Father's face, Appoint my soul a place.
Page 148 - О for a lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean, Which neither life nor death can part From Him that dwells within ! i A heart In every thought renewed, And full of love divine ; Perfect, and right,
Page 137 - Are saved, to sin no more, 4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, Ana shall be till