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.

R: 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;
In paths of sin had my feet e’er slipped—
He’s saved me from its clutch.

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