That I no more revere his name.
5 Ashamed of Jesus! Yes, I may,
When I’ve no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
6 Till then—nor is my boasting vain—
Till then I’ll boast a Saviour slain!
And O! may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me!
7 His institutions would I prize,