“Jesus, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of Thee
Scorned be the thought of rich or poor;
My soul shall scorn it now no more.
Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
May evening blush to own a star,
Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon
May midnight blush to think of noon.
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.
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.
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.”