“ASHAMED, BUT NOT AFRAID”

O God, I am ashamed to die,

But not the least afraid;

Tho’ death's dark shadow draweth nigh,

Atonement has been made

For every member of our race,

And I on it rely,

And hope immortal blooms thro’ grace;

I'm not afraid to die.

But Thou hast done great things for me,

And I have nothing done.

To set my sin-bound spirit free,

Was sacrificed Thy Son;

And every day by Thy kind hand

Rich blessings are bestowed;

Oh, how can I before Thee stand,

Or rest in Thine abode

With self-respect, or feel at home

With no returns to show,

My whole life like the worthless foam

On time's incessant flow.

Oh, that in life's great harvest field,

I may some reaping do;

Early and late the sickle wield,

And prove a reaper true.

And when the summons comes from Thee,

While I on Christ rely,

Thou wilt not be ashamed of me,

Nor I ashamed to die.