Jesu, Thy Blood and Righteousness

Jesu

Thy blood and right­eous­ness

My beau­ty are

my glo­ri­ous dress:

’Midst flam­ing worlds

in these ar­rayed

With joy shall I lift up my head.

Bold shall I stand in Thy great day;

For who aught to my charge shall lay?

Fully through these ab­solved I am

From sin and fear

from guilt and shame.

The dead­ly writ­ing now I see

Nailed with Thy bo­dy to the tree:

Torn with the nails that pierced Thy hands

The old co­ve­nant no long­er stands.

Though

signed and writ­ten with my blood

As hell’s foun­da­tions sure it stood

Thine hath washed out the crim­son stains

And white as snow my soul re­mains.

Satan

thy due re­ward sur­vey;

The Lord of Life why didst thou slay?

To tear the prey out of thy teeth;

To spoil the realms of hell and death.

The holy

the un­spot­ted Lamb

Who from the Fa­ther’s bo­som came

Who died

for me

e’en me

t’atone

Now for my Lord and God I own.

Lord

I be­lieve the pre­cious blood

Which at the mer­cy-seat of God

For ev­er doth for sin­ners plead

For me

e’en for my soul

was shed.

Lord

I be­lieve

were sin­ners more

Than sands up­on the ocean-shore

For all Thou hast the ran­som giv’n

Purchased for all peace

life

and Heav’n.

Lord

I be­lieve the price is paid

For ev­ery soul th’atone­ment made;

And ev­ery soul Thy grace may prove

Loved with an ev­er­last­ing love.

Carnal

and sold to sin

no more

I am; hell’s tyr­an­ny is o’er:

Th’im­mor­tal seed re­mains with­in

And

born of God

I can­not sin.

Yet naught where­of to boast I have;

All

all Thy mer­cy free­ly gave;

No works

no right­eous­ness are mine;

All is Thy work

and on­ly Thine.

When from the dust of death I rise

To claim my man­sion in the skies

E’en then

this shall be all my plea

Jesus hath lived

hath died for me.

Thus Ab­ra­ham

the friend of God

Thus all Heav’n’s ar­mies bought with blood

Savior of sin­ners Thee pro­claim;

Sinners

of whom the chief I am.

Naked from Sa­tan did I flee

To Thee

my Lord

and put on Thee:

And thus ad­orned

I wait the word

He comes: arise

and meet thy Lord.

This spot­less robe the same ap­pears

When ru­ined na­ture sinks in years:

No age can change its con­stant hue;

Thy blood pre­serves it ev­er new.

When Thou shalt call in that great day

For my ac­count

thus will I say:

“Thanks to my gra­cious Lord

if aught

Of good I did

glad I it wrought:

“And while I felt Thy blood with­in

Cleansing my soul from ev­ery sin

Purging each fierce and foul de­sire;

I joyed in the re­fin­ing fire.

If pride

de­sire

wrath stirred anew

Swift to my sure re­sort I flew:

See there my Lord up­on the tree!

Hell heard: in­stant my soul was free.

Then shall Heav’n’s hosts with loud ac­claim

Give praise and glo­ry to the Lamb

Who bore our sins

and by His blood

Hath made us kings and priests to God.

O ye

who joy to feed His sheep

Ever in your re­mem­brance keep

Empty they are

and void of God

Till brought to the aton­ing blood.

Jesu

be end­less praise to Thee

Whose bound­less mer­cy hath for me

For me

and all Thy hands have made

An ev­er­last­ing ran­som paid.

Ah

give me now

all-gra­cious Lord

With pow’r to speak Thy quick­en­ing word;

That all who to Thy wounds will flee

May find eter­nal life in Thee.

Thou God of pow’r

Thou God of love

Let the whole world Thy mer­cy prove:

Now let Thy word o’er all pre­vail;

Now take the spoils of death and hell.

O

let the dead now hear Thy voice;

Now bid Thy ban­ished ones re­joice;

Their beau­ty this

their glo­ri­ous dress

Jesu

Thy blood and right­eous­ness!