There is a gentle Gardener, Who owns a gardenfair

1 There is a gentle Gard'ner,
Who owns a garden fair,
Where countless blooming flowers
Enjoy His tender care,
Where countless blooming flowers
Enjoy His tender care.

2 He grants them radiant sunshine
And soft, refreshing rain;
Thus nurtured, they must flourish
And sweetest fragrance gain,
Thus nurtured, they must flourish
And sweetest fragrance gain.

3 They fondly love the Gard'ner,
And all to Him incline,
While with their clinging tendrils
They seek Him to entwine,
While with their clinging tendrils
They seek Him to entwine.

4 And when their day is ended,
He takes them to His breast,
And heavenward He bears them
To regions ever blest,
And heavenward He bears them
To regions ever blest.

5 There shall those flowers blossom
In beauty evermore,
Nor cold nor frost shall blight them
On that celestial shore.

6 Thou Gard'ner true and gentle,
Care for us every day,
That we in yonder garden
May thrive and bloom for aye.

Source: American Lutheran Hymnal #625