“The Lord of Life in death hath lain
To clear me from all charge of sin
And, Lord, from guilt of crimson stain
Thy precious blood hath made me clean.
And now a righteousness divine
Is all my glory, all my trust;
Nor will I fear since Thou art mine,
While Thou dost live, and God is just.
Clad in this robe, how bright I shine!
Angels possess not such a dress:
Angels have not a robe like mine—
Jesus the Lord’s my righteousness.