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.

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.

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.