7 Nor dens of prey, nor flowery plains Nor earthly joys, nor earthly pains Shall hold my feet, or force my stay, When Christ invites my soul away. Hymn 1:74. The church the garden of Christ, Cant. 4. 12 14 15, and 5. 1. 1 We are a garden wall'd around, Chosen and made peculiar ground; A little spot inclos'd by grace, Out of the world's wide wilderness. 2 Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand, Planted by God the Father's hand; And all his springs in Sion flow To make the young plantation grow. 3 Awake, O heavenly wind, and come, Blow on this garden of perfume; Spirit divine, descend and breathe A gracious gale on plants beneath. 4 Make our best spices flow abroad To entertain our Saviour God: And faith, and love, and joy appear, And every grace be active here. 5 [Let my beloved come, and taste His pleasant fruits at his own feast: "I come, my spouse, I come," he cries, With love and pleasure in his eyes. 6 Our Lord into his garden comes, Well pleas'd to smell our poor perfumes; And calls us to a feast divine, Sweeter than honey, milk, or wine. 7 "Eat of the tree of life, my friends, "The blessings that my Father sends; "Your taste shall all my dainties prove, "And drink abundance of my love." 8 Jesus, we will frequent thy board, And sing the bounties of our Lord: But the rich food on which we live Demands more praise than tongues can give.] Hymn 1:75. The description of Christ the beloved, Cant. 5. 9-12 14 15 16. 1 The wondering world enquires to know Why I should love my Jesus so: "What are his charms," say they, "above "The objects of a mortal love!" 2 Yes, my beloved, to my sight, Shews a sweet mixture red and white: All human beauties, all divine, In my beloved meet and shine, 3 White is his soul, from blemish free; Red with the blood he shed for me; The fairest of ten thousand fairs: A sun amongst ten thousand stars. 4 [His head the finest gold excels, There wisdom in perfection dwells; And glory like a crown adorns Those temples once beset with thorns. 5 Compassions in his heart are found, Hard by the signals of his wound; His sacred side no more shall bear The cruel scourge, the piercing spear.] 6 [His hands are fairer to behold Than diamonds set in rings of gold; Those heavenly hands that on the tree Were nail'd, and torn, and bled for me. 7 Tho' once he bow'd his feeble knees, Loaded with sins and agonies, Now on the throne of his command His legs like marble pillars stand.] 8 [His eyes are majesty and love, The eagle temper'd with the dove: No more shall trickling sorrows roll Thro' those dear windows of his soul. 9 His mouth, that pour'd out long complaints, Now smiles, and cheers his fainting saints; His countenance more graceful is Than Lebanon with all its trees.] 10 All over glorious is my Lord, Must be belov'd, and yet ador'd: His worth if all the nations knew, Sure the whole earth would love him too. Hymn 1:76. Christ dwells in heaven, but visits on earth, Cant. 6. 1 2 3 12.