210		LM
	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!—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 O, may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me!
	Joseph Grigg, c 1728-68, alt Benjamin Francis, 1734-99