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.

Refrain:
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. [Refrain]

3 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. [Refrain]

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