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.