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;
'Twas midnight with my soul till He,
Bright Morning Star, bade 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!