Lord Jesus, all my sin and guilt

Love laid of old on Thee,

Thy love the cross and sorrow willed,

Love undeserved by me.

The victory over death and hell

Thou, Lord, for me didst win;

And Thou hast nailed upon Thy Cross

All, all my sin.

The way into the Holiest 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,

And learn the mystery of love

So deep, 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 heavenly gems unpriced,

That glorious garb I would not wear,

My robe is Christ.