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

2 [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.]

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

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

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

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

7 [’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.]

8 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.