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.

Bold shall I stand in thy great day;
For to my charge who aught shall lay?
Fully absolved through these I am,
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.

That holy, meek, unspotted Lamb,
Who from the Father's bosom came,
Who died for me, e'en me, to atone,
Now for my Lord and God I own.

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

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, hath died for me!


Nicolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf (1700-60)
tr. John Wesley (1703-91)