THE GARDEN HYMN

The Lord into his garden comes,

The spices yield a rich perfume,

The lilies grow and thrive.

The lilies grow and thrive.

Refreshing show’rs of grace divine

From Jesus flow to ev’ry vine

And make the dead revive.

And make the dead revive.

O that this dry and barren ground

In springs of water may abound,

A fruitful soil become.

A fruitful soil become.

The desert blossoms as the rose,

When Jesus conquers all his foes,

And makes his people one.

And makes his people one.

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