Jesus, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man asham’d of Thee?
Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine thro’ endless days?
Ashamed of Jesus, that dearest 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! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O’er this benighted soul of mine.
Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I’ve no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fear to quell, no soul to save.
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.
Joseph Grigg/S.G. Coles