“But I am not ashamed, for I know whom I have believed, and I am convinced that he is able to guard until that Day what has been entrusted to me” (2 Timothy 1:12).
Lord Jesus, shall it ever be, a mortal man ashamed of Thee?
Ashamed of Thee whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days?
Ashamed of Jesus? Sooner far let evening blush to own a star!
He sheds His beams of love divine into this darkened soul of mine.
Ashamed of Jesus? Just as soon let midnight be ashamed of noon.
‘Tis midnight with my soul, till He, Bright Morning Star, bids darkness flee.
Ashamed of Jesus? That dear Friend, on Whom my hopes of heav’n depend.
No, when I blush be this my shame, that I have not proclaimed His name.
Ashamed 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 Savior slain!
But, oh! May this my glory be, that He is not ashamed of me!
“Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for he who promised is faithful” (Hebrews 10:23).
(Ashamed of Jesus?, Jeanine Drulie)