(His robe, his robe,
The robe of calvary
Twas worn by my redeemer
Who lives eternaly.)

Kings wear robes of gold and velvet
Soon their glory fades away
But the king of kings in heaven
Wore a homespun robe that day.

Soldiers gambled for his garment
While the sun turned dark above
But the men who crucified him
Were forgiven by his love.

His robe, his robe,
The robe of calvary
Twas worn by my redeemer
Who lives eternaly.

Those who saw his robe knew torment
If they lived by sin and fault
But if they renounce the evil
They were welcome by the Lord.

Though it seems so plain and humble
There was fate in every breath
He who wore that lives forever
He has risen from the death.

His robe, his robe,
The robe of calvary
Twas worn by my redeemer
Who lives eternaly...