Jesus, and shall it ever be

Jesus, and shall it ever be,A mortal man ashamed of thee?Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,Whose glories shine through endless days?

Ashamed of Jesus! sooner farLet evening blush to own a star;He sheds the beams of light divineO'er this benighted soul of mine.

Ashamed of Jesus! just as soonLet midnight be ashamed of noon;'Twas midnight with my soul till he,Bright Morning Star, bade darkness flee.

Ashamed of Jesus! that dear FriendOn whom my hopes of heaven depend!No; when I blush, be this my shameThat I no more revere his name.

Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I mayWhen I've no guilt to wash away;No tear 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 Saviour slain;And O, may this my glory be,That Christ is not ashamed of me!