June 23, 2017

His Robes for Mine

When was the last time you found wonder in your salvation? When was the last time you marveled at the magnitude of what took place in order to free you from sin’s wrath and eternal damnation? When was the last time you gave thanks to God for His wonderful sacrifice of becoming man and dying on the cross so that you might have life?

He took on our sins so that we could take on His righteousness. He lived a life that was “obedient unto death, even the death of the cross” so that we might find salvation through His obedience and eternal life through His death. He took our penalty, bore God’s wrath that was directed toward us, so that we might find full forgiveness and true freedom. He allowed Himself to be broken in body and spirit, severed from a very part of His nature as it were, so that we might find completeness in Him.

How wonderful, how marvelous, how awe-inspiring this exchange should be to us who claim the name of Christ! How unfathomable is His sacrifice for us!

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!”
Sin’s wage is paid; propitiation won.

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: such anguish none can know.
Christ, God’s beloved, condemned as though His foe.
He, as though I, accursed and left alone;
I, as though He, embraced and welcomed home!

(His Robes for Mine, Christ Anderson)