CCCIV. The Church, the Garden of Christ

1 We are a Garden wall'd around,
Chosen and made peculiar Ground;
A little Spot, enclos'd by Grace
Out of the World's wide Wilderness.

2 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.

3 Awake, O, heav'nly Wind, and come,
Blow on this Garden of Perfume;
Spirit Divine! descend and breathe
A gracious Gale on Plants beneath.

4 Make our best Spices flow abroad,
To entertain our Saviour God;
And Faith, and Love, and Joy appear,
And ev'ry Grace be active here.

[5 Let my Beloved 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.

6 Our Lord into his Garden comes,
Well pleas'd to smell our poor Perfumes,
And calls us to a Feast Divine,
Sweeter than Honey, Milk, or Wine.

7 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.

8 Jesus, we will frequent thy Board,
And sing the Bounties of our Lord;
But the rich Food on which we live
Demands more Praise than Tongues can give.]

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First Line: We are a Garden wall'd around
Title: The Church, the Garden of Christ
Language: English
Publication Date: 1791
Scripture: ;
Topic: Christian Consolation
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