103    L.M.     Count Zinzendorf trans. by J. Wesley
The Imputed Righteousness of Christ. Isa. 61. 10

1 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.

2 When from the dust of death I rise,
  To take my mansion in the skies,
  E’en then shall this be all my plea:
  “Jesus has lived and died for me.”

3 Bold shall I stand in that great day,
  For who aught to my charge shall lay,
  While through thy blood absolved I am,
  From sin’s tremendous curse and shame?

4 [Thus Abraham, the friend of God,
  Thus all the armies bought with blood,
  Saviour of sinners, thee proclaim –
  Sinners, of whom the chief I am.]

5 This spotless robe the same appears,
  When ruined nature sinks in years;
  No age can change its glorious hue;
  The robe of Christ is ever new.

6 O let the dead now hear thy voice;
  Bid, Lord, thy banished ones rejoice;
  Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
  Jesus, the Lord our righteousness.