Out of the Ivory Palaces

A 100- year old hymn written by Henry Barraclough based on our Psalm for prayer this week:

Psalm 45:8
All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia,
out of the ivory palaces, whereby they have made thee glad

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;
In paths of sin had my feet e’er slipped—
He’s saved 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.