Lord Jesus, all my sin and guilt
Love laid of old on Thee!
‘Twas love Thy cross and sorrow will’d
Love undeserved by me!
The vict’ry over death and hell,
Thou, Lord, for me didst win,
And Thou hast nail’d upon Thy cross
All, all my guilt and sin!

The way into the Holy Place
Stands open now to me,
Where I can see Thy glorious face,
Nor tremble thus to see:
For as I am to Thee I come,
I clasp Thy blessed feet,
To learn the mystery of love,
So deep, so pure, so sweet!

Enfolded, O my Lord, in Thee,
And hid in Thee, I rest,
Enwrapped in Christ’s own purity,
Secure upon Thy breast!
Had I an angel’s raiment, fair,
With heav’nly gems unpriced,
That glorious garb I would not wear,
My robe art Thou, O Christ!