Lord Jesus, is it really true,
that I could be ashamed of you?
Ashamed of you, whom angels praise,
whose glories shine through endless days?
Ashamed of Jesus! my dear Friend,
on whom my hopes of heaven depend?
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
that I do not revere your Name.
O holy Christ, o Son of God,
I will confess in one accord
with all your children, praise your Name,
acclaim your cross - no fear, no shame!
You died dear Lord, a sinners death,
for me you gave the last throbbing breath.
O Holy One, o God’s true Son,
I’ll count your glories, one by one.
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