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 this dear Surety's hand
will I commit my cause;
he answers and fulfills
his Father's broken laws.
Behold my soul at freedom set,
my Surety paid the dreadful debt.
3 My Advocate appears
for my defense on high;
the Father bows his ears
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
his conqu'ring pow'r and guardian grace.
|First Line:||Jesus, my great High Priest|
|Title:||Jesus, My Great High Priest|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1719, cento, alt. 1961)|
|Topic:||Christ: Blood of; Christ: As Priest; Christ: Sacrifice of(2 more...)|