Jesus, and shall it ever be

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! 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.

3Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away, When I've no tear to wipe away, No fears to quell, no soul to save.

4Till then, nor is my boasting vain, Till then, I boast a Saviour slain; And oh! may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me.