My Lord Has Garments So Wondrous Fine,
And Myrrh Their Texture Fills;
Its Fragrance Reached To This Heart Of Mine
With Joy My Being Thrills.

Out Of The Ivory Palaces,
Into A World Of Woe,
Only His Great Eternal Love
Made My Savior Go.

His Life Had Also Its Sorrows Sore,
For Aloes Had A Part;
And When I Think Of The Cross He Bore,
My Eyes With Teardrops Start.

His Garments, Too, Were In Cassia Dipped,
With Healing In A Touch;
In Paths Of Sin Had My Feet Ever Slipped—
He’s Saved Me From Its Clutch.

In Garments Glorious He Will Come,
To Open Wide The Door;
And I Shall Enter My Heavenly Home,
To Dwell Forevermore.

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