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L. M.
Ashamed of Jesus.
Jesus, and shall 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 morning 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’ll boast a Saviour slain!
And O! may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me!
7 His institutions would I prize,
Take up my cross, the shame despise—
Dare to defend his noble cause,
And yield obedience to his laws.
Gregg.