M0:|t:EWS 301 Jesus, your blood and righteousness|a:Nicolaus Ludwig, Graf von Zinzendorf 1700-1760 tr: John Wesley|c:F|m:4/4|r:L.M.|h:SAMSON George Frederick Haendel 1685-1759|u:https://hymnary.org/page/fetch/HSMS1887/97/high
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E1:Je_sus, your blood and right_eous_ness/my beau_ty are, my glo_rious dress;/mid flam_ing worlds, in these ar_rayed,/with joy shall I lift up my head.
E2:Bold shall I stand in that great day;/who can a word a_gainst me say?/Ful_ly ab_solved through these I am/from sin and fear, from guilt and shame.
E3:The dead_ly writ_ing now I see/Nailed with Thy bo_dy to the tree:/Torn with the nails that pierced Thy hands,/The old cove_nant no long_er stands.
E4:Sa_tan, thy due re_ward sur_vey;/The Lord of Life why didst thou slay?/To tear the prey out of thy teeth;/To spoil the realms of hell and death.
E5:The ho_ly, the un_spot_ted Lamb,/Who from the Fa_ther’s bo_som came,/Who died, for me, even me, to\ a_tone,/Now for my Lord and God I own.
E6:Lord, I be_lieve your pre_cious blood,/which at the ve_ry throne of God/pleads for the cap_tives' li_ber_ty,/was al_so shed in love for me.
E7:Lord, I be_lieve, were sin_ners more/than sands up_on the o_cean shore,/you have for all a ran_som paid,/for all a full a_tone_ment made.
E8:Lord, I be_lieve the price is paid,/For eve_ry soul the\ a_tone_ment made;/And eve_ry soul Thy grace may prove,/Loved with an ev_er_last_ing love.
E9:Car_nal, and sold to sin, no more/I am; hell’s ty_ran_ny is o’er:/The\ im_mor_tal seed re_mains with_in,/And, born of God, I can_not sin.
E10:Yet naught where_of to boast I have;/All, all Thy mer_cy free_ly gave;/No works, no right_eous_ness are mine;/All is Thy work, and on_ly Thine.
E11:When from the dust of death I rise/to claim my man_sion in the skies,/this then shall be all my\ on_ly plea:/Je_sus has lived and died for me.
E12:Thus Ab_ra_ham, the friend of God,/Thus all heaven’s ar_mies bought with blood,/Sa_vior of sin_ners Thee pro_claim;/Sin_ners, of whom the chief I am.
E13:Je_sus, be wor_shiped end_less_ly!/Your bound_less mer_cy has for me,/for me and all your hands have made,/an ev_er_last_ing ran_som paid.
E14:This spot_less robe the same ap_pears/When ru_ined na_ture sinks in years:/No age can change its cons_tant hue;/Thy blood pre_serves it ev_er new.
E15:When Thou shalt call in that great day/For my ac_count, thus will I say:/“Thanks to my gra_cious Lord, if aught/Of good I did, glad I it wrought:
E16:Though, signed and writ_ten with my blood,/As hell’s foun_da_tions sure it stood,/Thine hath washed out the crim_son stains,/And white as snow my soul re_mains.
