1 Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offered his blood and died;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside.
His pow'rful 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 fulfills
His Father's broken laws.
Behold my soul at freedom set;
My Surety paid the dreadful debt.
3 My Advocate appears
For my defense 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 Should all the hosts of death
And pow'rs of hell unknown
Put their most dreadful forms
Of rage and mischief on,
I shall be safe, for Christ displays
His conqu'ring pow'r and guardian grace.
|First Line:||Jesus, my great High Priest|
|Title:||Jesus, My Great High Priest|
|Author (cento):||Isaac Watts (1709; Alt. 1961)|
|Topic:||Jesus Christ: His Priestly Intercession; Christ: Blood of; Christ: Sacrifice of2 more...|