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 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 Saviour Slain !
And Oh, May This My Glory Be,
That Christ Is Not Ashamed Of Me !