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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 When from the dust of death I rise
To claim my mansion in the skies,
E'en then this shall be all my plea,
"Jesus hath lived and died for me."
3 Bold shall I stand in Thy great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully though these absolved I am
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.
4 This spotless robe the same appears
When ruined nature sinks in years.
No age can change its glorious hue;
Thy blood preserves it ever new.
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First Line: | Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |