From the message, “Out of the Ivory Palaces.” Lyrics to the hymn are shown below.
Written by Henry Barraclough, 1915.
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.
Out of the ivory palaces,
Into a world of woe,
Only His great eternal love
Made my Savior go.
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.
Out of the ivory palaces,
Into a world of woe,
Only His great eternal love
Made my Savior go.
In garments glorious He will come,
To open wide the door;
And I shall enter my heav’nly home,
To dwell forevermore.
Out of the ivory palaces,
Into a world of woe,
Only His great eternal love
Made my Savior go
