H. Barraclough

9.6.9.6.D.

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.

2

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.

3

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.

4

In garments glorious He will come,

To open wide the door;

And I shall enter my heavenly home,

To dwell, forevermore.