[Tune, Schumann, page 189. S. M.]
We lift our hearts to thee,
O Day-Star from on high !
The sun itself is but thy shade,
Yet cheers both earth and sky.
O let thy orient beams
The night of sin disperse,
The mists of error and of vice
W?hich shade the universe !
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3 May we this life improve,
To mourn for errors past,—
And live this short revolving day
As if it were our last.
4 To God, the Father, Son,
And Spirit,—One in Three,—
Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall forever be.
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1. Je - sus! and shall it ev er be, A mor - tal man a-shamed of thee!
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ZX5.—He sheds the beams of light di-vine O'er this be-night - ed soul of mine.
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A-shamed of Je-sus! soon-er far Let ev'n-ing blush to own a star;
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Jesus ! and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of thee !
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
'Whose glories shine through endless days.
Ashamed of lesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
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.
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.
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.
Till then—nor is my boasting vain—
Till then I boast a Saviour slain !
And O, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me!