a seamless robe, which earth and heaven could not
buy the like of it, were it once lost.
For texture it excels the fine linen of the merchants;
for whiteness it is purer than the driven snow;
no looms on earth could make it, but Jesus spent
his life to make my robe of righteousness.
There was a drop of blood in every throw of the shuttle,
and every thread was made of his own heart's agonies.
It is a robe that is divine, complete; a better one than Adam
wore in the perfection of Eden. Adam had but a human
righteousness though a perfect one, but we have a divinely
perfect righteousness.
Strangely, my soul, are you arrayed, for your Saviour's
garment is on you- the royal robe of David is wrapped about
his Jonathan.
Look at God's people as they are clothed
also in the garments of 'sanctification'.
Was there ever such a robe as that?
It is literally stiff with jewels.
Every day he arrays the lowliest of his people
as though it were a wedding day.
He arrays them as a bride adorns herself with jewels.
He will have them dressed in gold of Ophir.
What riches of grace then must there be in God
who thus clothes his children!
- Spurgeon's sermon, "The Treasure of Grace"