Jesus, the Lord! our Righteousness,
Our beauty Thou, our glorious dress!
Before the throne, in this arrayed,
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?

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.

Till we behold Thee on Thy throne,
In Thee we boast, in Thee alone:
Our beauty this, our glorious dress,
“Jesus, the Lord, our righteousness.”