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
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