Jesus, Thy blood and righteousnessMy beauty are, my glorious dress;
‘Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed,
With joy shall I lift up my head.
Lord, I believe Thy precious blood,-
Which, at the mercy-seat of God,
Forever doth for sinners plead,-
For me, ev’n for my soul, was shed.
Bold shall I stand in Thy great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully absolved through these I am,
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.
When from the dust of death I rise
To claim my mansion in the skies-
Ev’n then, this shall be all my plea:
Jesus hath lived and died for me.
This spotless robe the same appears,
When ruined nature sinks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue,
The robe of Christ is ever new.
O let the dead now hear Thy voice:
Now bid Thy banished ones rejoice;
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness.
Nicolaus L. von Zinzendorf; Tr. Rev. John Wesley
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