2. When once Thou visitest the heart, Then truth begins to shine, Then earthly vanities depart, Then kindles love divine. 3. O Jesus, Light of all below, Thou Fount of life and fire, Surpassing all the joys we know, All that we can desire,— 4. May every heart confess Thy name, And ever Thee adore, And, seeking Thee, itself inflame To seek Thee more and more. 5. Thee may our tongues forever bless, Thee may we love alone, And ever in our lives express The image of Thine own. Bernard of Clairvaux, † 1153; E. Caswall, tr., 1848. 91 L. M. Jesus, and shall it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of Thee? Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days? 2. Ashamed of Jesus! Sooner far Let evening blush to own a star; He sheds the beams of light divine O’er this benighted soul of mine. 3. Ashamed of Jesus! Just as soon Let midnight be ashamed of noon. ’Tis midnight with my soul till He, Bright Morning-Star, bids 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 fears to quell, no soul to save. 6. Till then—nor is my boasting vain— Till then I boast a Savior slain; And oh, may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me! J. Grigg, 1765; B. Francis, 1787. 92 L. M. Awake, my soul, to joyful lays And sing Thy great Redeemer’s praise; He justly claims a song from me,— His loving-kindness, O how free! 2. He saw me ruined in the Fall, Yet loved me notwithstanding all; He saved me from my lost estate,— His loving-kindness, O how great! 3. When I was Satan’s easy prey And deep in debt and bondage lay, He paid His life for my discharge,— His loving-kindness, O how large! 4. Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, Though earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along,— His loving-kindness, O how strong! 5. When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud, He near my soul has always stood,— His loving-kindness, O how good! 6. When earthly friends forsake me quite And I have neither skill nor might, He’s sure my Helper to appear,— His loving-kindness, O how near! 7. Often I feel my sinful heart Prone from my Jesus to depart; But though I have Him oft forgot, His loving-kindness changes not.