p. 7 | Hope Maketh Not Ashamed by Worthie Harris Holden

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Dec 8, 1910

Hope Maketh Not Ashamed

By Worthie Harris Holden

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

Hope maketh not ashamed! Thrice blessed hope! It opes for us the gates of glory, where Celestial beauty waits, beyond compare; All radiant appears that city fair In vision through faith’s mighty telescope.

Hope maketh not ashamed! The King enthroned Doth for his Son a banquet now prepare, And we are chosen guests to enter there, Arrayed in royal garb,—a vestment rare, Meet for the children he hath borne and owned.

Hope maketh not ashamed! Haste to proclaim Allegiance to the King of kings on high. Unfurl a loyal banner to the sky, Bearing aloft his seal and signet nigh, In honor to thine own redemption’s name.

Ah, if thou find still lurking in thy breast One jot or tittle of a nameless dread To show thy colors, or to pass unsaid One chance to own thy Lord, O pray instead That God in mercy spare thee to confess!

Know then the joy of grievous sin forgiven,— Yearning with ardent hope his face to see Whose gracious love is not ashamed of thee,— And afterward the glorious ecstasy To be exalted to the bliss of heaven.

Portland, Ore.