427    L.M.     J. Grigg and B. Francis (last verse)
Not Ashamed of Christ. Mark 8. 38; Luke 9. 26

1 Jesus, and shall it ever be,
  A mortal man ashamed of thee?
  Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise;
  Whose glories shine to endless days?

2 [Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
  Let evening blush to own a star;
  He sheds his beams of light divine
  O’er this benighted soul of mine.]

3 [Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon
  Let midnight be ashamed of noon;
  ’Tis midnight with my soul till he,
  Bright Morning Star, bids 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 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.]