His Robes for Mine

His robes for mine: O wonderful exchange!
 Clothed in my sin, Christ suffered 'neath God's rage.
 Draped in His righteousness, I'm justified.
 In Christ I live, for in my place He died.
 I cling to Christ, and marvel at the cost:
 Jesus forsaken, God estranged from God.
 Bought by such love, my life is not my own.
 My praise—my all—shall be for Christ alone.
 His robes for mine: what cause have I for dread?
 God's daunting Law Christ mastered in my stead.
 Faultless I stand with righteous works not mine,
 Saved by my Lord's vicarious death and life.
 His robes for mine: God's justice is appeased.
 Jesus is crushed, and thus the Father's pleased.
 Christ drank God's wrath on sin, then cried, "'Tis done!"
 Sin's wage is paid; propitiation won.
 His robes for mine: such anguish none can know.
 Christ, God's beloved, condemned as though His foe.
 He, as though I, accursed and left alone;
 I, as though He, embraced and welcomed home!