1 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 Lord, I believe thy precious blood,--
Which, at the mercy-seat of God,
For ever doth for sinners plead,--
For me, ev'n for my soul, was shed.

3 When from the dust of death I rise
To claim my mansion in the skies--
Ev'n then, this shall be all my plea:
Jesus hath lived, hath died for me.

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 mourning once rejoice;
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness.