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“ HE HATH COVERED ME WITH THE ROBE OF
Jesu, Thy blood and righteousness,
My beauty are, my glorious dress ;
'Midst flaming worlds, in these array’d,
With joy shall I lift up my head.
Bold shall I stand in that great day :
For who aught to my charge shall lay ?
Fully thro' these absolv'd I am
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.
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.
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 liv’d, hath died for me."
Thus Abraham, the friend of God,
Thus all heaven's armies, bought with blood,
Saviour of sinners, Thee proclaim,
Sinners, of whom the chief I am .
Naked from Satan did I flee
To Thee, my Lord, and put on Thee :
And thus adorned, I wait the word
“ He comes : Arise, and meet thy Lord.”
This spotless robe the same appears,
When ruined nature sinks in years :
No age can change its constant hue ;
Thy blood preserves it ever new.
Jesu, be endless praise to Thee,
Whose boundless mercy hath for me,
For me, and all Thine hands have made,
An everlasting ransom paid.
Thou God of power, thou God of love,
Let the whole world Thy mercy prove:
Now let Thy word o'er all prevail :
Now take the spoils of death and hell.
O let the dead now hear Thy voice,
Now bid Thy banish'd ones rejoice!
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesu, Thy blood and righteousness !