The spotless Robe of Christ was mine

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 feet 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 em
And he did call me friend
And claiming me as his own child
Did royal favours extend
The spotless Robe of Christ was mine
The day I was baptised.

The light of Christ now shines through me
His Paschal joy on my brow
The spotless Robe of Christ was mine
The day I was baptised.

With lamp alight the bridegroom shall find
Me always awaiting Him now
The spotless Robe of Christ was mine
The day I was baptised.