O God of Grace,
You have imputed our sin to our Substitute, and have imputed His righteousness to our souls, clothing us with a bridegroom’s robe, decking us with jewels of holiness. But in our Christian walk we are still in rags; our best prayers are stained with sin; our penitential tears are so much impurity; our confessions of wrong are so many aggravations of sin; our receiving the Spirit is tainted with selfishness.
We need to repent of our repentance; We need our tears to be washed; we have no robe to bring to cover our sins, no loom to weave our own righteousness; We are always standing clothed in filthy garments, and by grace are always receiving a change of clothing, for You alone justify the ungodly; We are always going into the far country, and always returning home as prodigals, always saying, Father forgive us, and You are always bringing forth the best robe.
Every morning let us 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 great white throne in it, enter heaven in it shining as the sun.
Grant us never to lose 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.