Jesus, and Shall it Ever Be?
'Je-sus, and shall it ev-er be,
A mor-tal man a-shamed of Thee?
A-shamed of Thee whom an-gels praise,
Whose glo-ries shine through end-less days!
A-shamed of Je-sus! soon-er far
Let eve-ning blush to own a star:
He sheds the beams of light Di-vine
O-er this be-night-ed soul of mine.
A-shamed of Je-sus! just as soon
Let mid-night be a-shamed of noon:
'Tis mid-night with my soul till He,
Bright Morn-ing Star, bid dark-ness flee.
A-shamed of Je-sus, that dear Friend
On whom my hopes of heaven de-pend!
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more re-vere His Name.
A-shamed of Je-sus! yes, I may
When I've no guilt to wash a-way,
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
Till then--nor is my boast-ing vain
--Till then I boast a Sav-ior slain;
And O may this my glo-ry be,
That Christ is not a-shamed of me.