Stanza | Poetry Source by First Line | |||
---|---|---|---|---|
1 |
The Lord into His garden come, The spices yield a rich perfume, The lilies grow and thrive; Refreshing show'rs of grace divine, From Jesus flow to ev'ry vine, Which makes the dead revive. |
The Lord into his Garden come,, Stanza 1 |
||
2 |
O that this dry and barren ground, In springs of water may abound, A fruitful soil become; The desert blossoms as the rose, While Jesus conquers all His foes, And makes His people one. |
The Lord into his Garden come,, Stanza 2 |