I see the hollyhocks all planted
in a row,
Peach and apple blossom, hyacinth
and golden bell,
The Lily of the Valley, the
greater celandine and daffodil.
Nothing can compare with God’s
great beauty rare,
In this wild profusion of His
glory, a sight beyond compare.
Come walk with me a little, while
the gentle breezes blow
And share with me the beauty of
His garden here below.
Beneath the olive trees One
kneels whom I adore.
In the ardent labour of his soul
he sways,
In bloody sweat and deepest agony
he prays,
In surrender perfect, my life he
does restore.
As for old guilts, let them go,
let them go.
So walk with me a little, while
the gentle breezes blow
And share with me the
beauty of His garden here below.