1 Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offered his blood and died;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside:
His powerful blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.

2 My Advocate appears
For my defense on high;
The Father bows his ears,
And lays his thunder by:
Not all that earth or hell can say
Shall turn his heart, his love away.

3 O thou almighty Lord,
My Conq'ror and my King.
Thy sceptre, and thy sword,
Thy reigning grace I sing:
Thine is the power: behold I sit
In willing bonds beneath thy feet.

4 Now let my soul arise,
And tread the tempter down;
My Captain leads me forth
To conquest and a crown:
A feeble saint shall win the day,
Though death and hell obstruct the way.