1 Lord Jesus, can it ever be
A mortal man ashamed of thee,
Ashamed of thee whom angels praise,
Whose glory shines through 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.
