Behold the rose of Sha­ron here,
The li­ly which the val­leys bear,
Behold the tree of life, that gives
Refreshing fruit and heal­ing leaves.

Amongst the thorns so li­lies shine;
Amongst wild gourds the no­ble vine;
So in mine eyes my Sav­ior proves,
Amidst a thou­sand mean­er loves.

Beneath His cool­ing shade I sat,
To shield me from the burn­ing heat;
Of heav’n­ly fruit He spreads a feast,
To feed mine eyes and please my taste.

Kindly He brought me to the place
Where stands the ban­quet of His grace;
He saw me faint, and o’er my head
The ban­ner of His love He spread.

With liv­ing bread and ge­ner­ous wine,
He cheers this sink­ing heart of mine;
And op­en­ing His on heart to me,
He shows His thoughts, how kind they be.

O ne­ver let my Lord de­part;
Lie don, and rest up­on my heart;
I charge my sins not once to move,
Nor stir, nor wake, nor grieve my Love.