I’m not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to de­fend His cause;
Maintain the hon­or of His Word,
The glo­ry of His cross.

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.

Firm as His throne His pro­mise stands,
And He can well se­cure
What I’ve com­mit­ted to His hands
Till the de­ci­sive hour.

Then will He own my worth­less name
Before His Fa­ther’s face,
And in the new Je­ru­sa­lem
Appoint my soul a place.