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 heavenly home, to dwell forevermore.

Henry Barraclough