Look
upon Jesus, sinless is He;
Father,
impute His life unto me.
My
life of scarlet, my sin and woe,
Cover
with His life, whiter than snow.
Deep
are the wounds transgressions has made;
Red
are the stains; my soul is afraid.
O
to be covered, Jesus, with Thee,
Safe
from the law that now judgeth me!
Longing
the joy of pardon to know;
Jesus
holds out a robe white as snow;
“Lord,
I accept it! Leaving my own,
Gladly
I wear The pure life alone”.
Reconciled
by His death for my sin,
Justified
by His life pure and clean,
Sanctified
by obeying His word,
Glorified
when returneth my Lord.
-
F.E. Belden
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