Today’s hymn is from Henry Barraclough. From 1911-13, he was secretary to Member of Parliament George Scott Robertson. He then joined the Chapman-Alexander evangelistic team as a pianist, and traveled with them to America and remained there. He fought in World War I, rising to the rank of sergeant major, then became secretary, and later an administrator, of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church (1919-61¹. Barraclough has said his inspiration came to write this hymn when he was a young man and heard a sermon on Philippians 2:6-8, and Christ emptying himself. Enjoy!

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.

Refrain
Out of the ivory palaces
into a world of woe,
only his great eternal love
made my Saviour 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 heavenly home,
to dwell forevermore.

¹hymnary.org/text/my_lord_has_garments_so_wondrous_fine