Hymn 97 - Ivory Palaces

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.

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 heav’nly home,

To dwell forevermore.

REFRAIN

Out of the ivory palaces

Into a world of woe,

Only His great eternal love

Made my Saviour go.