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.
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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.
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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.
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In garments glorious He will come,
To open wide the door;
And I shall enter my heavenly home,
To dwell, forevermore.