|Stanza||Poetry Source by First Line|
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
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
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
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