Jesus! and shall it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of Thee? Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine in endless days. 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! just as soon Let midnight be ashamed of noon; 'Tis midnight with my soul till He, Bright Morning Star, bids darkness flee. 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.