1 We are a garden wall'd around, Chosen and made peculiar ground; A little spot inclos'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 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 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.]