1 JESUS, my great High-Priest, Offered his blood and died: My guilty conscience seeks

No sacrifice beside.

His powerful blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.

2. To this dear Surety's hand

Will I commit my cause:

He answers and fulfils

His Father's broken laws.
Behold my soul at freedom set:
My Surety paid the dreadful debt.

3. My Advocate appears

For my defence on high;
The Father bows his ears,

And lays his thunder by.
Not all that hell or sin can say

Shall turn his heart, his love, away.

4. My great and glorious Lord, My Conqueror and my King, Thy sceptre and thy sword,

Thy reigning grace, I sing. Thine is the power: behold, I sit In willing bonds beneath thy feet.

5. Now let my soul arise

And tread the tempter down:
My Captain leads me forth

To conquest and a crown.

A feeble saint shall win the day,
Though death and hell obstruct the way.

6. Should all the hosts of death,
And powers of hell unknown,
Put their most dreadful forms
Of rage and mischief on,
I shall be safe; for Christ displays
Superior power and guardian grace.