Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs ‎#LXXIV

LXXIV. The Lord our Righteousness

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;
E'en then shall this be all my plea,
"Jesus hath liv'd, hat di'd for me."

3 Bold shall I stand in that great day;
For who aught 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 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Jesus, thy blood and righteousness
• Title: The Lord our Righteousness
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1792
• Source: Wesley's Coll.

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