He would have us wear beautiful garments,
No matter how dull the day;
No matter how long or lonesome,
Or toilsome may seem the way.
He would have us wear beautiful garments,
Those which we have through grace,
The robe of a tranquil spirit,
The calm of a peaceful face.
The charm of a gentle manner,
The luster of heaven-lit eyes,
That robe of such sacred splendor,
The spirit of sacrifice.
These, these and yet other garments,
All beautiful, bright and fair,
We may, by His grace, adorn us,
And unto His glory wear.