|First Line:||The Lord into his garden comes|
|Meter:||8, 8, 6|
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1. The Lord into his garden comes, The spices yield a rich perfume, The lilies grow and thrive, (Repeat previous line); Refreshing showers of grace divine, From Jesus flow to every vine, And make the dead revive, (Repeat previous line).