Ashamed of Jesus

1 Behold the Saviour kneeling there; like sweat flow drops of blood;
To wash my ev’ry sin away He shed the crimson flood.
To bear the guilt of all the world, from heaven Jesus came,
And shall I be ashamed of Him, ashamed of Jesus’ name?

2 The Saviour wore for me a crown of thorns upon His head,
That I forevermore might wear a crown of life instead;
For me He suffered, O, so much, for me He bore all blame;
And shall I be ashamed of Him, ashamed of Jesus’ name?

3 For me He hung upon the cross, before the mocking crowd;
Five bleeding wounds, and all for me; in death His head He bowed!
Amazing love! for me, for me, He bore my sin and shame,
And shall I be ashamed of Him, ashamed of Jesus’ name?

4 Let evening blush to own the stars, God’s glory which display;
Let morning blush to own the sun that turns night into day.
The Saviour turned my night to day, and may I blush with shame,
When I no more confess His name, His precious, precious name.

Source: The Voice of Thanksgiving No. 3 #40

• MIDI file from The Voice of Thanksgiving No. 3 #40