Page 66 - bethel-primitive-baptist-hymns

GLORIES OF CHRIST,
He sheds the beams of light divine
O’er this benighted soul of mine,
I Ashamed of Jesus ! just as soon
Let midnight be ashamed of noon:
'Tis midnight with my soul till he,
Bright morning star, bid darkness flee.
4 Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend !
No! when I blush be this my shame,
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 fear to quell, no soul to save.
6 Till then, nor is my boasting vain,
Till then I boast a Saviour slain;
And oh! may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me.
7 [His institutions would I prize,
Take up my cross, and shame despise
Dare to defend his noble cause,
And yield obedience to his laws.]
59 7, 6.
Desiring to see Jesus.
1 LA SIR, we would see Jesus,
The blessed Prince of Love,
He only can relieve us,
And all our griefs remove.
O tell us, as a preacher,
Where Jesus Christ doth dwelt
Describe his charming feature,
His glowing beauties tell.
2 O sir. we would see Jesus.
47