Jesus, the Lord, our righteousness!
Our beauty Thou, our glorious dress!
Before the throne, in this arrayed,
With joy shall we lift up the head.
Bold shall we stand in that great day,
For who aught to our charge shall
lay,
While by Thy blood absolved we are
From sin and guilt, from shame and
fear?
Thus Abraham, the friend of God,
Thus all the saints redeemed with
blood,
Saviour of sinners, Thee proclaim,
And all their boast is in Thy name.
This spotless robe the same appears
In new creation’s endless years;
No age can change its glorious hue;
The robe of Christ is ever new.
Till we behold Thee on Thy throne,
In Thee we boast, in Thee alone;
Our beauty this, our glorious dress:
Jesus, the Lord, our righteousness.
Zinzendorf,
Little Flock Hymnbook, #45