#209, Long Meter

1) We are a garden walled around,

Chosen and made peculiar ground,

A little spot enclosed by grace

Out of the world’s wild 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.

From Lloyd, Benjamin, The Primitive Hymns, Rocky Mount, North Carolina: The Primitive Hymns Corporation, 1975.

Published: 17 August 2010
© 2010 Laurie Kay Sommers and Southern Spaces

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