J Grigg

L.M.

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.