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 own heart to me,
He shows His thoughts, how kind they be.

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