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.