The Lord in­to His gar­den came
The spic­es yield a rich per­fume,
The li­lies grow and thrive:
Refreshing show­ers of grace di­vine,
From Je­sus flow to ev­ery vine,
And make the dead re­vive.

O that this dry and bar­ren ground
In springs of wa­ter may abound,
A fruit­ful soil be­come.
The de­sert blos­som as the rose,
When Je­sus con­quers all His foes,
And makes His peo­ple one.

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 comes to Christ may live.

The worst of sin­ners here may find
A Sav­ior pi­ti­ful and kind:
Who will them all re­ceive.
None are too late who will re­pent;
Out of one sin­ner le­gions went,
The Lord did him re­lieve.

Come breth­ren, you that love the Lord,
And taste the sweet­ness of His word;
In Je­su’s way go on,
Our trou­bles and our tri­als here,
Will on­ly make us rich­er there,
When we ar­rive at home.

I feel that Hea­ven is now be­gun,
It is­sues from the spark­ling throne;
From Je­su’s throne on high
It comes like floods, we can’t con­tain,
We drink, and drink, and drink again;
And yet we still are dry.

But when we come to reign above,
And all sur­round a throne of love,
We’ll drink a full sup­ply.
Jesus will lead His ar­mies through,
To liv­ing fount­ains where they flow,
That ne­ver will run dry.

’Tis there we’ll reign, and shout, and sing,
And make the up­per re­gions ring;
When all the saints get home.
Come on, come on! my breth­ren dear,
Soon we shall meet to­ge­ther there:
For Je­sus bids us come.

Amen! amen! my soul re­plies,
I’m bound to meet you in the skies,
And claim my man­sions sure.
Now here’s my heart, and here’s my hand,
To meet you in the hea­ven­ly land,
Where we shall part no more.