|Stanza||Poetry Source by First Line|
Jesus, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of Thee?
Ashamed of Thee whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days.
Jesus! And shall it ever be!, Stanza 1
Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight be ashamed of noon;
íTis midnight with my soul till He,
Bright morning star, bids darkness flee.
Jesus! And shall it ever be!, Stanza 2 (lines 3 & 4), Stanza 3 (lines 1 & 2)
Ashamed of Jesus, sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
Oíer this benighted soul of mine.
Jesus! And shall it ever be!, Stanza 2 (lines 1 & 2), Stanza 3 (lines 3 & 4)
Ashamed of Jesus, that dear Friend
On whom my hopes of heavín depend!
No, when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere His name.
Jesus! And shall it ever be!, Stanza 4