In the Garden Where I Love to Go

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.