1 The Lord of life in death hath lain,
To clear me from all charge of sin;
And, Lord, from guilt of crimson stain
Thy precious blood hath made me clean.
2 And now a righteousness divine
Is all my glory, all my trust;
Nor will I fear, since that is mind,
While Thou dost live and God is just.
3 Clad in this robe, how bright I shine!
Angels posess not such a dress;
Angels have not a robe like mine,--
Jesus the Lord's my righteousness.
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| First Line: | The Lord of life in death hath lain |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1881 |