The Church the garden of Christ

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Solomon's Song IV 12
L. M.

We are a garden walled around
Chosen and made peculiar ground
A little spot enclosed by Grace
Out of  the world's wild wilderness

Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand
planted by God the Father's hand
And all his springs in Zion flow
To make the young plantation grow

Awake, O heavenly wind, and come
Blow on this garden of perfume
Spirit divine, descend and breathe
A gracious gale on plants beneath

Make our best spices flow abroad
To entertain our Saviour God;
And faith and love and joy appear,
And every grace be active here