Ashamed, But Not Afraid

O God, I am ashamed to die,     But not the least afraid;     Tho' death's dark shadow draweth nigh,     Atonement has been made     For every member of our race,     And I on it rely,     And hope immortal blooms thro' grace;     I'm not afraid to die.     But Thou hast done great things for me,     And I have nothing done.     To set my sin-bound spirit free,     Was sacrificed Thy Son;     And every day by Thy kind hand     Rich blessings are bestowed;     Oh, how can I before Thee stand,     Or rest in Thine abode     With self-respect, or feel at home     With no returns to show,     My whole life like the worthless foam     On time's incessant flow.     Oh, that in life's great harvest field,     I may some reaping do;     Early and late the sickle wield,     And prove a reaper true.     And when the summons comes from Thee,     While I on Christ rely,     Thou wilt not be ashamed of me,     Nor I ashamed to die.