I need not blush to own that he,

I need not blush to own that he,
On whom my hope of heaven is built,
Was crucified on yonder tree,
Since 'tis his blood that cancels guilt.

Nor need I blush to call him Lord,
Whom heaven adores with all its hosts;
Yes, Jesus is by heaven adored,
In him the brightest seraph boasts.

What though the world no glory sees
In him my soul admires and loves,
I wonder not - how should he please
The man who of himself approves?

I too could boast of merit once,
And Jesus had no charms for me;
But all such claims I now renounce;
No merit but in him I see.