369 Jesus, and shall it ever be,

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, bid 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 fear to quell, no soul to save. 6 Till then, nor is my boasting vain, Till then I boast a Savior slain; And O may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me.