1 Jesus, thy Blood and Righteousness,
My Beauty are, my glorious Dress;
Midst flaming Worlds, in these array'd,
With Joy shall I lift up My Head.
2 When from the Dust of Death I rise,
To claim my Mansion in the Skies;
Ee'n then shall this be all my Plea,
"Jesus hath LIV'D, hath DY'd for me.
3 Bold shall I stand in thy great Day,
For who ought to My Charge shall lay?
Fully thro' these absolv'd I am
From Sin and Fear, from Guilt and Shame.
4 Thus Abraham the Friend of God,
Thus all the Armies bought with Blood,
Saviour of Sinners thee proclaim;
Sinners of whom the Chief I am.
5 This spotless Robe the same appears,
When ruin'd Nature sinks in Years;
No Age can change its glorious Hue,
The Grace of Christ is ever new.
6 O Jesu Christ, all Praise to thee,
That thou a Man vouchsaf'd to be;
And for each Soul, which thou hast made,
Hast an eternal Ransom paid.
7 I do believe if Sinners Race
Ten Thousand Times more Num'rous was;
Yet, still the Devil had his Full,
'Tis without Right he keeps one soul.
8 Ah, give to all thy Servants, Lord,
With Pow,r to speak thy quick'ning Word,
That all who to thy wounds will flee,
May find eternal Life in Thee.
9 Thou God of Might, thou God of Love,
Let all the world thy Mercy prove;
Now let thy Word o'er all prevail,
Now take the Spoils of Death and Hell.
10 O let the Dead now hear thy Voice;
Now bid thy banish'd Ones rejoice;
Their Beauty this, their glorious Dress,
Jesus, the Lord OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS.
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First Line: | Jesus, thy Blood and Righteousness |
Title: | Christ our Righteousness |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | Life of Christ, Characters and Representations |