First Line: Jesus ! and shall it ever be,

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 ! 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.

3 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.

4 Till 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 !