1 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! just as soon Let midnight be ashamed of noon; ’Tis midnight with my soul till He, Bright morning star, bids darkness flee. 3 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. 4 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.