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