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JESUS, AND SHALL IT EVER BE

Scripture Verse

If anyone is ashamed of Me and My words…the Son of Man will be ashamed of Him when He comes in His Father’s glory. Mark 8:38

Introduction

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Henry K. Oliver (1800–1885)

Words: Jo­seph Grigg, in Four Hymns on Di­vine Sub­jects, 1765, alt.

Music: Fe­de­ral Street Hen­ry K. Ol­iv­er, 1832 (🔊 ).

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Lyrics

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 night dis­own each ra­di­ant star!
’Tis mid­night with my soul, till He,
Bright morn­ing star, bid dark­ness flee.

Ashamed of Je­sus! O as soon
Let morn­ing blush to own the sun!
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 Heav’n 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.

Ashamed of Je­sus! emp­ty pride!
I’ll boast a Sav­ior cru­ci­fied,
And O may this my por­tion be,
My Sav­ior not ashamed of me!

Grigg’s original version:

Jesus! and shall it ev­er be!
A mor­tal man ashamed of Thee?
Scorned be the thought by rich and poor;
O may I scorn it more and more!

Ashamed of Je­sus! soon­er far
Let ev­en­ing blush to own a star.
Ashamed of Je­sus! just as soon
Let mid­night blush to think of noon.

’Tis ev­en­ing with my soul till He,
That Morn­ing Star, bids dark­ness flee;
He sheds the beam of noon di­vine
O’er all this mid­night soul of mine.

Ashamed of Je­sus! shall yon field
Blush when it think who bids it yield?
Yet blush I must, while I ad­ore,
I blush to think I yield no more.

Ashamed of Je­sus! of that Friend
On whom for heav­en my hopes de­pend!
It must not be! be this my shame,
That I no more rev­ere His name.

Ashamed of Je­sus! yes, I may,
When I’ve no crimes to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no joy to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.

Till then (nor is the boast­ing vain),
Till then I boast a Sav­iour slain:
And, oh, may this my por­tion be,
That Sav­iour not ashamed of me!