Down came the King from pal­ace of white,
Down to the earth, in dark­est of night;
Our world to sweet­en, lives to make bright,
King of the Iv­ory Pal­ace has come!

Garments pro­claiming cas­sia’s bloom,
Fragrant with aloe, myrrh’s dark per­fume;
Ye kings and princ­es, pre­pare Him room;
King of the Iv­ory Pal­ace has come.

How sad the world should ea­ger­ly wait,
Pining, they watched the Beau­ti­ful Gate,
Then turned away in an­ger and hate
When from the Iv­ory Palace He came.

The King re­turned to Hea­ven again;
Leaving His peace and joy with men,
And would the ho­ly Com­fort­er send,
The King of iv­ory pal­ac­es said.

Our King has said that He’ll come again;
We know not how, nor nei­ther the when;
Watching and wait­ing, we’ll pray, and then
Up to the Iv­ory Pal­ace as­cend.