Ivory Palaces
Henry Barraclough
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
In garments glorious He will come
To open wide the door
And I shall enter my heavenly home
To dwell forevеrmore
Out of the ivory palaces
Into a world of woе
Only His great eternal love
Made my Savior (Made my Savior) go