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 fear 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!