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Benjamin Francis

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!

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