I am not ashamed to own my Lord, Or to defend His cause,
Maintain the honour of his Word, The glory of His cross.
At the cross! at the cross! Where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away;
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day!
2 Jesus, my God! I know His name, His name is all my trust;
Nor will He put my soul to shame, Nor let my hope be lost.
3 Firm as His throne His promise stands, And He can well secure
What I’ve committed to His hands, Till the decisive hour.
4 Then will He own my worthless name, Before his Father’s face;
And, in the New Jerusalem, Appoint my soul a place.