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  1. Robert H. Woodman
    11 April 2011 @ 4:51 am

    Hi, Robert,

    Do you have a web link or other source for all of the original verses (either the 33 that Count Zinzendorf wrote or the 24 that Wesley translated)? As you noted, Cyber Hymnal gives only 9 of the 24 that Wesley translated.

    Thanks,

    Robert

    • rcottrill
      11 April 2011 @ 6:55 am

      Sure, here you go. I don’t have Count Zinzendorf’s original 33 in German, but here are all of Wesley’s 24–which he entitled “The Believer’s Triumph.” We normally use his stanzas 1, 2, 7, 8 (and occasionally 12 and 24). The poem appeared in Wesley’s book Hymns and Sacred Poems, published in 1740. That book has been reproduced here.

      THE BELIEVER’S TRIUMPH

      1 JESU, Thy blood and righteousness
      My beauty are, my glorious dress:
      ’Midst flaming worlds, in these array’d,
      With joy shall I lift up my head.

      2 Bold shall I stand in Thy great day;
      For who aught to my charge shall lay?
      Fully through these absolved I am
      From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.

      3 The deadly writing now I see
      Nail’d with Thy body to the tree:
      Torn with the nails that pierced Thy hands,
      The old covenant no longer stands.

      4 Though, sign’d and written with my blood,
      As hell’s foundations sure it stood,
      Thine hath wash’d out the crimson stains,
      And white as snow my soul remains.

      5 Satan, thy due reward survey;
      The Lord of Life why didst thou slay?
      To tear the prey out of thy teeth;
      To spoil the realms of hell and death.

      6 The holy, the unspotted Lamb,
      Who from the Father’s bosom came,
      Who died, for me, even me, to atone,
      Now for my Lord and God I own.

      7 Lord, I believe the precious blood
      Which at the mercy-seat of God
      For ever doth for sinners plead,
      For me, even for my soul, was shed.

      8 Lord, I believe, were sinners more
      Than sands upon the ocean-shore,
      For all Thou hast the ransom given,
      Purchased for all peace, life, and heaven.

      9 Lord, I believe the price is paid,
      For every soul the atonement made;
      And every soul Thy grace may prove,
      Loved with an everlasting love.

      10 Carnal, and sold to sin, no more
      I am; hell’s tyranny is o’er:
      The immortal seed remains within,
      And, born of God, I cannot sin.

      11 Yet nought whereof to boast I have;
      All, all Thy mercy freely gave;
      No works, no righteousness are mine;
      All is Thy work, and only Thine.

      12 When from the dust of death I rise
      To claim my mansion in the skies,
      Even then, this shall be all my plea,
      “Jesus hath lived, hath died for me.”

      13 Thus Abraham, the friend of God,
      Thus all heaven’s armies bought with blood,
      Saviour of sinners Thee proclaim;
      Sinners, of whom the chief I am.

      14 Naked from Satan did I flee,
      To Thee, my Lord, and put on Thee:
      And thus adorn’d, I wait the word,
      “He comes: arise, and meet thy Lord.”

      15 This spotless robe the same appears
      When ruin’d nature sinks in years:
      No age can change its constant hue;
      Thy blood preserves it ever new.

      16 When Thou shalt call in that great day
      For my account, thus will I say:
      “Thanks to my gracious Lord, if aught
      Of good I did, glad I it wrought.

      17 “And while I felt Thy blood within
      Cleansing my soul from every sin,
      Purging each fierce and foul desire;
      I joy’d in the refining fire.

      18 “If pride, desire, wrath stirr’d anew,
      Swift to my sure resort I flew:
      See there my Lord upon the tree!
      Hell heard: instant my soul was free.”

      19 Then shall heaven’s hosts with loud acclaim
      Give praise and glory to the Lamb,
      Who bore our sins, and by His blood
      Hath made us kings and priests to God.

      20 O ye, who joy to feed His sheep,
      Ever in your remembrance keep,
      Empty they are, and void of God,
      Till brought to the atoning blood.

      21 Jesu, be endless praise to Thee,
      Whose boundless mercy hath for me,
      For me, and all Thy hands have made,
      An everlasting ransom paid.

      22 Ah, give me now, all-gracious Lord,
      With power to speak Thy quickening word;
      That all who to Thy wounds will flee
      May find eternal life in Thee.

      23 Thou God of power, Thou God of love,
      Let the whole world Thy mercy prove:
      Now let Thy word o’er all prevail;
      Now take the spoils of death and hell.

      24 O, let the dead now hear Thy voice;
      Now bid Thy banish’d ones rejoice;
      Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
      Jesu, Thy blood and righteousness!

  2. Robert H. Woodman
    11 April 2011 @ 8:50 pm

    Thanks very much!