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! 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 sins to wash away; No tears to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save.