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The Robe of Righteousness. Isa. 61. 3-10

I. Watts                                       C.M.

1
Awake my heart, arise, my tongue;
Prepare a tuneful voice;
In God, the life of all my joys,
Aloud will I rejoice.

2
’Tis he adorned my naked soul,
And made salvation mine;
Upon a poor, polluted worm
He makes his graces shine.

3
And, lest the shadow of a spot
Should on my soul be found,
He took the robe the Saviour wrought,
And cast it all around.

4
[How far the heavenly robe exceeds
What earthly princes wear!
These ornaments, how bright they shine!
How white the garments are!]

5
[The Spirit wrought my faith, and love,
And hope, and every grace;
But Jesus spent his life to work
The robe of righteousness.]

6
Strangely, my soul, art thou arrayed
By the great sacred Three;
In sweetest harmony of praise
Let all thy powers agree.