King Jesus hath a Garden

King Jesus hath a garden
Full of divers flowers
Where I go culling posies gay
All times and hours

There naught is heard but Paradise bird
Harp, dulcimer, lute
With cymbal, trump and tymbal
And the tender, soothing flute
With cymbal, trump and tymbal
And the tender, soothing flute

The lily, white in blossom there, is chastity
The violet, with sweet perfume, humanity

There naught is heard but Paradise bird
Harp, dulcimer, lute
With cymbal, trump and tymbal
And the tender, soothing flute
With cymbal, trump and tymbal
And the tender, soothing flute

Yet, 'mid the brave, the bravest prize of all may claim
The Star of Bethlem
Jesus, blessed be His name!

There naught is heard but Paradise bird
Harp, dulcimer, lute
With cymbal, trump and tymbal
And the tender, soothing flute
With cymbal, trump and tymbal
And the tender, soothing flute

Ah! Jesu Lord, my heal and weal
My bliss complete
Make Thou my heart, Thy garden plot
Fair, trim and neat

There night right here is pure as I clean
Harp, dulcimer, lute
With cymbal, trump and tymbal
And the tender, soothing flute
With cymbal, trump and tymbal
And the tender, soothing flute



Credits
Writer(s): Dp, Michael Bojesen, George Ratcliffe Woodward
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