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
http://www.idisciple.net
