Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress;
'Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed,
With joy shall I lift up my head. 

Bold shall I stand in Thy great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully absolved through these I am,
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.

Lord, I believe Thy precious blood,
Which, at the mercy seat of God,
Forever doth for sinners plead,
For me, e'en for my soul, was shed.

Jesus, be endless praise to Thee,
Whose boundless mercy hath for me,
For me a full atonement made,
An everlasting ransom paid.

When from the dust of death I rise
To claim my mansion in the skies,
E'en then this shall be all my plea,
Jesus hath lived, hath died, for me.

O let the dead now hear Thy voice;
Now bid Thy ransomed ones rejoice;
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness.

by Count Nicolaus Zinzendorf, 1739; translated by John Wesley