Consider then, O man! whether there can be anything more wretched and poor, more naked and miserable, than man when he dies, if he be not clothed with Christ's righteousness, and enriched in his God.
We shall never be clothed with the righteousness of Christ except we first know assuredly that we have no righteousness of our own.
Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, - Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away. Poetic Verse by
Righteousness exalteth a nation.
With all due disrespect...
Sir Topless Bottomley