His robes for mine: O wonderful exchange!
Clothed in my sin, Christ suffered 'neath God's rage.
Draped in His righteousness, I'm justified.
In Christ I live, for in my place He died.
I cling to Christ, and marvel at the cost
Jesus forsaken, God estranged from God.
Bought by such love, my life is not my own;
My praise--my all--shall be for Christ alone.
His robes for mine: What cause have I for dread?
God's daunting law Christ mastered in my stead.
Faultless I stand, with righteous works not mine,
Saved by my Lord's vicarious death and life.
His robes for mine: God's justice is appeased.
Jesus is crushed, and thus the Father's pleased.
Christ drank God's wrath on sin, then cried, ""Tis done!""
Sins' wage is paid: propitiation won.
His robes for mine: Such anguish none can know.
Christ, God's beloved, condemned as though His foe.
He, as though I, accused and left alone;
I, as though He, embraced and welcomed home!