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?

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! 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! 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 wipe

no good to crave

No fears to quell

no soul to save.

Ashamed of Je­sus! emp­ty pride!

I’ll boast a Sav­ior cru­ci­fied

And O may this my por­tion be

My Sav­ior not ashamed of me!