1 Jesus, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man, ashamed of Thee?
Ashamed of Thee, Whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days?

2 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.

3 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.

4 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.

5 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.

6 Till then--nor is the boasting vain--
Till then I boast a Saviour slain!
And O, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me.

Amen.