Imputed righteousness is strange

Verse 1

Imputed righteousness is strange, Nor will with human fancies range; We guess the lurking motive well, And Paul the hateful truth shall tell.

Verse 2

The lofty heart can not submit To cast itself at Jesus’ feet; It scorns in borrowed robes to shine, Though weaved with righteousness divine.

Verse 3

Proud nature cries, with loathing eyes, “This imputation I despise,” And from it she will pertly start, Till grace has broken down her heart.

Verse 4

O give me, Lord, thy righteousness, To be my peace and wedding dress! My sores it heals, my rags it hides, And makes me dutiful besides.