Uploaded May 2018 | Updated September 2026, 26 minutes ago

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Congregational singing
Westminster Chapel, London
Text: Nicolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf | Tune: WINCHESTER NEW

Jesus, Thy robe of righteousness
My beauty is, 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, through Thee, absolved I am
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.

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

Ah! give to all Thy servants, Lord,
With power to speak Thy gracious Word,
That all who to Thy wounds will flee,
May find eternal life in Thee.

O, let the dead now hear Thy voice;
Now bid Thy banished ones rejoice;
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus, Thy robe of righteousness!

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