“O God of grace, Thou hast imputed my sin to my Substitute, and hast imputed His righteousness to my soul, clothing me with a bridegroom’s robe decking me with jewels of holiness. Bit in my Christian walk, I am still in rags; my best prayers are stained with sin; my perennial tears are so much impurity; my confessions of wrong are so many aggravations of sin; my receiving the Spirit is tinctured with selfishness. I need to repent of my repentance; I need my tears to be washed; I have no robe to bring to cover my sin, no loom to weave my own righteousness; I am always standing clothed in filthy garments, and by grace am always receiving a change of raiment, ,,,, Thou art always bringing the best robe. Every morning let me wear it, every evening return in it, go out to the day’s work in it, …. enter into heaven in it shining as the sun. Grant me never to lose sight of the exceeding sinfulness of sin, the exceeding righteousness of salvation, the exceeding glory of Christ, the exceeding beauty of holiness, and the exceeding wonder of grace.” from the Puritan Valley of Vision