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,