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Christ hath a garden walled around,
a paradise of fruitful ground,
chosen by love and fenced by grace
from out the world's wide wilderness.
Like trees of spice his servants stand,
there planted by his mighty hand;
by Eden's gracious streams, that flow
to feed their beauty where they grow.
Awake, O wind of heaven, and bear
their sweetest perfume through the air:
stir up, O south, the boughs that bloom,
till the belovèd Master come:
That he may come, and linger yet
among the trees that he hath set;
that he may evermore be seen
to walk amid the springing green.
(1674-1748); paraphased by (1844-1930)