Asham’d 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! just as soon
Let midnight be ashamed of noon:
’Tis midnight with my soul till he,
Bright morning star, bid darkness flee.