I have no robe to cover my sins, no loom with which to weave my own righteousness. I am always standing clothed in filthy garments, and by grace, I'm always receiving change of raiment. For you always justify the ungodly. I am always going into the far country and always returning home as a prodigal, always saying, father, forgive me. And you are always bringing forth the best robe. Every morning, let me wear it. Every evening, return in it. Go out to the day's work in it. Be married in it. Be wound in death in it. Stand before the great white throne in it. Enter heaven in it, shining as the sun. The Valley of Vision.

If you, O Lord, should mark iniquities, O Lord, who could stand? But with you, there is forgiveness that you may be feared. O Israel, hope in the Lord. For with the Lord, there is steadfast love, and with him is plentiful redemption. And he will redeem Israel from all his iniquities. Psalm 130:3-4, 7-8.