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L.M.

1
Jesus, and shall it ever be!
A sinful child ashamed of Thee?
Scorned be the thought by rich and poor;
O may I scorn it more and more!

2
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!

3
’Tis midnight 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.

4
Ashamed of Jesus! shall yon field
Blush when it thinks who bids it yield?
Yet blush I most, while I adore,
I blush to think I yield no more.

5
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.

6
Ashamed of Jesus! yes I may,
When I’ve no crimes to wash away;
No tears to wipe, no joy to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.

7
Till then (nor is the boasting vain),
Till then, I boast a Saviour slain;
And O, may this my portion be,
That Saviour not ashamed of me!