In a world that carries such stench of death, No smell is sweeter than your heavenly breath. Though my sins were as Scarlet, You made them as white as snow. Gave me a heavenly garment, Perfumed with Myrrh and Aloe. May your shekinah glory, shine brightly upon my face. That precious jewel of thine, lost at the fall of the race. No money could ever of purchased, what you so freely gave. Bought and paid for by the lambs blood, Who was sacrificed to save. It is not in vogue, but in Christ will I boast. Now that I'm to be numbered, among the glorified host. New strength he shall supply, to pass both trial and test. ’Til safely I retire, to the place of his heavenly rest. Joseph Burton
