Ashamed of Jesus

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

2Ashamed 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.

3Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon Let midnight be ashamed of noon; 'Twas midnight with my soul till He,
Bright Morning Star, bade darkness flee.

4Ashamed 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.

5Ashamed 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.

6Till 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!