I.7 The Spotless Robe of Christ

The spotless robe of Christ was mine,
The day I was baptised.
The spotless robe of Christ was mine,
The day I was baptised.

And at his feast I took the place
Of those who his call had despised,
The spotless robe of Christ was mine,
The day I was baptised.

His loving hand was placed on me
And he did call me friend.
And claiming me as his own child,
Did royal favours extend.

The light of Christ now shines through me,
His Paschal joy on my brow.
With lamp alight the bridegroom shall find
Me always awaiting Him now.

What joy to be in Paradise
And share God’s heavenly bliss!
And we ourselves shall godlike be,
Our faces resplendent like his.