A Beautiful Robe

There is a robe I long to wear, One which my neighbors, all, may share A robe so perfect, pure and white,— Its very folds reflect the light.

'Twill also fit each form and size, Such wond'rous virtue in it lies; Every deformity 'twill hide, And deck the wearer like a bride.

This robe cannot with gold be bought, However much it may be sought; Titles of earth, genius, or fame, No share in it can ever claim.

But those who, counting all but dross, Bow low, before the Saviour's cross; Believing He will hear their cry, And on His promises rely.

Who claim no merit of their own, Trusting in Jesus' name alone; This robe will cover, comfort, bless, For 'tis Christ's robe of Righteousness.

—Selected. By request.