1 Jesus, and shall it ever be
A mortal man ashamed of Thee?
Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine thro' endless days?
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.
Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight be ashamed of noon;
'Tis midnight with my soul till He,
Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee.
2 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend
On whom my hopes of Heav'n depend?
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere His name.
Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may
When I've no guilt to wash away;
No tears to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
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!