H. Barraclough

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;

Each time my feet in some sin have slipped,

He took 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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