The Lord into His Garden Comes

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.