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 far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
3 Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight be ashamed of noon:
'Tis midnight with my soul, till He,
Bright Morning-star, bids darkness flee.
4 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.
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 Saviour slain!
And, O may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Jesus! and shall it ever be |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1893 |
Topic: | The Redeemer |
Notes: | J. Grigg & B. Francis. |