Of all the creatures God has made,

Of all the creatures God has made,
There is but man alone
That stands in need to be arrayed
In coverings not his own.

By nature, bears, and bulls, and swine,
With fowls of every wing,
Are much more warm, more safe, more fine,
Than man, their fallen king.

Naked and weak, we want a screen;
But when with clothes we're decked,
Not only lies our shame unseen,
But we command respect.

Can sinful souls, then, stand unclad,
Before God's burning throne,
All bare, or, what is quite as bad,
In coverings of their own?

Rich garments must be worn to grace
The marriage of the Lamb;
Not nasty rags to foul the place,
Nor nakedness to shame.

Robes of imputed righteousness
Will gain us God's esteem;
No naked pride, no fig-leaf dress,
How fair soe'er it seem.

'Tis called a robe, perhaps to mean
Man has by nature none;
It grows not native, like our skin,
But is by faith put on.

A sinner clothed in this rich vest,
And garments washed in blood,
Is rendered fit with Christ to feast,
And be the guest of God.