O God of Grace, you have attributed my sin on my substitute, and have imputed his righteousness to my soul, clothing me with a bridegroom’s robe, a robe of holiness.
But in my walk, my daily living, I am still in rags. I have no robe to cover my sins, no loom to weave my own righteousness;I am always standing clothed in filthy garments, and by grace alone do I receive a change of clothes. For you justify the ungodly.
I am always going into the far country, and always returning home as a prodigal, always saying, Father, forgive me, and thou are always bringing forth the best robe.
Every morning let me wear it, every evening return in it, go out to the day’s work in it, be married in it, be wound in death in it, stand before the throne in it, enter heaven in it shining as the sun.
Grant me never to lost sight of
the exceeding sinfulness of sin,
the exceeding righteousness of salvation,
the exceeding glory of Christ,
the exceeding beauty of holiness,
the exceeding wonder of grace. Amen.