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! sooner far
Let night disown each radiant star!
'Tis midnight with my soul, till He
Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee
Ashamed 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
Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may
When I've no guilt to wash away
No tear to to wipe, no good to crave
No fears to quell, no soul to save
'Till then Nor is my boasting vain
'Till then I'll boast a Savior slain
And O may This my glory be
That Christ is not ashamed of me
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Alternate verses:
Ashamed of Jesus! O as soon
Let morning blush to own the sun!
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine
Ashamed of Jesus! empty pride!
I'll boast a Savior crucified
And O may this my portion be
My Savior not ashamed of me!
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