Jesus! and shall it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of Thee? Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days? 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. 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. 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. Till then--nor is my boasting vain-- Till then, I boast a Saviour slain! And, oh, may this my glory be That Christ is not ashamed of me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRELUDE; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL IN JANUARY by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE RIDDLERS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE A LIFE'S PARALLELS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI COME UP FROM THE FIELDS FATHER by WALT WHITMAN SONG: 3 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE SONG OF THE COSSACK by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |