112. Ivory Palaces

1
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 had 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 for evermore.
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