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 that is 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.

L.M.             J. Wesley