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368t Brush Creek

Jesus! and shall it ever be, 
A mortal man ashamed of Thee? 
Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise, 
Whose glories shine in 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, bids darkness flee. 

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. 

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