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.
2. When, from the dust of death, I rise To take my mansion in the skies; E'en then shall this be all my pleaâ Jesus hath lived and died for me.
3. Bold shall I stand in that great day, For who aught to my charge shall lay, While, through Thy blood, absolved I am From sin's tremendous curse and shame ?
4. 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.
5. 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.