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 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 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