Jesus, the Lord, our righteousness !
     Our beauty Thou, our glorious dress !
     Before the throne, in this array'd,
     With joy shall we lift up the  head.

Bold shall we stand in that great day,
     For who aught to our charge shall lay,
     While by Thy blood absolved we are
     From sin and guilt, from shame and fear ?

Thus Abraham, the friend of God,
     Thus all the saints redeemed with blood,
Saviour of sinners, Thee proclaim,
     And all their boast is in Thy name.

This spotless robe the same appears
     In new creation's endless years,
     No age can change its glorious hue,
     The robe of Christ is ever new.

Till we behold Thee on Thy throne
     In Thee we boast, in Thee alone,
     Our beauty this, our glorious dress,
     "Jesus, the Lord, our rightness."

L.M.                      Zinzendorf, tr. by J. Wesley, 1739