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 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

Ashamed of Jesus, that dear Friend

On whom my hopes of heaven 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 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!