- 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! Soon 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! 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 the boasting vain),
Till then I boast a Saviour slain:
And Oh! May this my portion be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me. Amen.