Wesley Corpus

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 thy great day; For who ought to my charge shall lay? Fully thro' these absolv'd I am From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. The deadly writing now I see Nail'd with thy body to the tree: Torn with the nails that pierc'd thy hands, Th' old covenant no longer stands. Tho' sign'd and written with my blood, As hell's foundations sure it stood, Thine hath wash'd out the crimson stains, And white as snow my soul remains. Satan, thy due reward survey, The Lord of life why didst thou slay? To tear the prey out of thy teeth: To spoil the realms of hell and death. 77Source: Nikolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf, ed. Gesang-Buch der Herrnhut und anderer Brüder-Gemeinen (Herrnhut, 1739), 1136 (1258, by Zinzendorf; added in anhange to 1739 edition). Page 178 The holy, the unspotted Lamb, Who from the Father's bosom came, Who died, for me ev'n me t' atone, Now for my Lord and God I own. Lord, I believe the pretious blood Which at the mercy-seat of God For ever doth for sinners plead, For me, ev'n for my soul was shed. Lord, I believe, were sinners more Than sands upon the ocean-shore, For all thou hast the ransom given, Purchas'd for all, peace, life, and heaven. Lord, I believe, the price is paid For every soul, th' atonement made; And every soul thy grace may prove, Lov'd with an everlasting love. Carnal, and sold to sin no more I am; hell's tyranny is o'er: Th' immortal seed remains within, And born of God I cannot sin. Yet nought whereof to boast I have; All, all thy mercy freely gave: No works, no righteousness are mine; All is thy work, and only thine. Page 179 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.