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 farLet evening blush to own a star;He sheds the beams of light divineO'er this benighted soul of mine.3.Ashamed of Jesus! just as soonLet midnight be ashamed of noon;'Twas midnight with my soul till he,Bright Morning Star, bade darkness flee.4.Ashamed of Jesus! that dear FriendOn whom my hopes of heav'n 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 my boasting vain,Till then I boast a Saivour slain;And O, may this my glory be,That Christ is not ashamed of me!