Jesus, and Shall it Ever Be? Joseph Grigg (1734-1799)

BROOKFIELD (L.M.) Thomas B. Southgate (1814-1868)

"Je-sus, and shall it ev-er be,
   A mor-tal man a-shamed of Thee?
A-shamed of Thee whom an-gels praise,
   Whose glo-ries shine through end-less days!

A-shamed of Je-sus! soon-er far
   Let eve-ning blush to own a star:
He sheds the beams of light Di-vine
   O'er this be-night-ed soul of mine.

A-shamed of Je-sus! just as soon
   Let mid-night be a-shamed of noon:
'Tis mid-night with my soul till He,
   Bright Morn-ing Star, bid dark-ness flee.

A-shamed of Je-sus, that dear Friend
   On whom my hopes of heaven de-pend!
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
   That I no more re-vere His Name.

A-shamed of Je-sus! yes, I may
   When I've no guilt to wash a-way,
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
   No fears to quell, no soul to save.

Till then--nor is my boast-ing vain
   --Till then I boast a Sav-ior slain;
And O may this my glo-ry be,
   That Christ is not a-shamed of me.