Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits. Song of Solomon 4:16
Words: Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs 1707–09, volume 1, number 74, alt.
The Church the garden of Christ.
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We are a garden walled around,
Chosen and made peculiar ground;
A little spot enclosed by grace,
Out of the world’s wide wilderness.
Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand,
Planted by God the Father’s hand;
And all His springs in Sion flow,
To make the young plantation grow.
Awake, O, heav’nly wind! and come,
Blow on this garden of perfume;
Spirit divine! descend and breathe
A gracious gale on plants beneath.
Make our best spices flow abroad,
To entertain our Savior God;
And faith, and love, and joy appear,
And every grace be active here.
Let my Belovèd come and taste
His pleasant fruits at His own feast:
I come, My spouse, I come! He cries,
With love and pleasure in His eyes.
Our Lord into His garden comes,
Well pleased to smell our poor perfumes,
And calls us to a feast divine,
Sweeter than honey, milk, or wine.
Eat of the tree of life, My friends,
The blessings that My Father sends;
Your taste shall all My dainties prove,
And drink abundance of My love.
So will we frequent of Thy board,
And sing the bounties of our Lord;
But the rich food on which we live
Demands more praise than tongues can give.