152 ~ Jesus, and Shall It Ever Be
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Jesus, and shall it ever be, A mortal man, ashamed of Thee? Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days?
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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.
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Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon Let midnight be ashamed of noon; ’Twas midnight with my soul, till He Bright Morning Star, bade darkness flee.
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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.
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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.
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Till then — nor is my boasting vain — Till then I boast a Saviour slain: And, O, may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me!