Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress;
'Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed,
With joy shall I lift up my head.
When, from the dust of death, I rise
To take my mansion in the skies;
E'en then shall this be all my plea —
Jesus hath lived and died for me.
Bold shall I stand in that great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay,
While, through Thy blood, absolved
From sin's tremendous curse and shame?
This spotless robe the same appears
When ruined nature sinks in years:
No age can change its glorious hue;
The robe of Christ is ever new.
Oh, let the dead now hear Thy voice!
Bid, Lord, Thy banished ones rejoice:
Their beauty this their glorious dress,
Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness.