Ephraim Reed - Boston New - текст песни (слова)

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.
 
 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.
 
 'Til then - nor is my boasting vain -
 Till then, I boast a Savior slain!
 And O, may this my glory be,
 That Christ is not ashamed of me!