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1 Jesus! and shall it ever be? A mortal man ashamed of Thee! Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine thro' 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 fears to quell, no soul to save.
6 Till then—nor is my boasting vain— Till then I boast a Saviour slain! And oh, may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me! Joseph Grigg, 1765. Benjamin Francis, 1787. |
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