| Stanza | Poetry Source by First Line | |||
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| 1 |
The Lord into His garden comes, The spices yield their rich perfumes, The lilies grow and thrive; Refreshing show'rs of grace divine From Jesus flow to ev'ry vine, Which make the dead revive. |
The Lord into his Garden come,, Stanza 1 |
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| 2 |
Oh 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 |
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| 3 |
Come, brethren, ye that love the Lord, Who taste the sweetness of His word, In Jesus' ways go on; Our troubles and our trials here Will only make us richer there, When we arrive at home. |
The Lord into his Garden come,, Stanza 5 |
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| 4 |
The glorious time is rolling on, The gracious work is now begun, My soul a witness is; I taste and see the pardon free For all mankind as well as me, Who come to Christ may live. |
The Lord into his Garden come,, Stanza 3 |