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. Chorus: Out of the ivory palaces, Into a world of woe, Only His great, eternal love Made my Savior go. His life has also its sorrows sore, For aloes had a part; And when I think of the cross He bore, My eyes with tear-drops start. Chorus His garments too were in cassia dipped, With healing in a touch; Each time my feet in some sin have slipped, He took me form its clutch. Chorus In garments glorious He will come, To open wide the door; And I shall enter my heav'nly home, To dwell for-ever-more. Chorus *Public Domain in US Only