1 Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offered his blood and died;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside.
His pow'rful blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.
2 To Christ, my substitute,
Will I commit my cause;
He answers and fulfills
His Father's broken laws.
Behold my soul at freedom set --
My Jesus paid the dreadful debt!
3 My advocate appears
For my defense on high;
A gracious Father hears
And lays his thunder by.
Not all that hell or sin can say
Shall turn his heart, his love, away.
4 Should all the hosts of death
And pow'rs of hell unknown
Put their most dreadful forms
Of rage and mischief on,
I shall be safe, for Christ displays
Superior pow'r and guardian grace.
|First Line:||Jesus, my great High Priest|
|Title:||Jesus, My Great High Priest|
|Author:||Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 (abr., alt.)|
|Meter:||66 66 88|