363. The Church the Garden of Christ

1 We are a garden walled around,
Chosen and made peculiar ground;
A little spot enclosed 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 Zion flow
To make the young plantation grow.

3 Awake, O heavenly 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 every 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 pleased 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 tongue can give.]

Text Information
First Line: We are a garden wall'd around
Title: The Church the Garden of Christ
Author: Watts
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1844
Topic: The Church
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