FLOWERS OF ZION. ZION's a garden wall'd around, Like spicy trees believers stand, Planted by an Almighty hand; And all the springs in Zion flow, To make the rich plantation grow. Awake, O heavenly wind! and come, Make thou our spices flow abroad, A Christ all in all. I'VE found the pearl of greatest price, Christ is a prophet, priest, and king: A prophet full of light, A priest who stands 'twixt God and me, This Christ, he is the Lord of lords, Christ is my meat, Christ is my drink, My peace, my strength, my joy, my crown, Christ is my Saviour and my friend, My brother yet my Lord, My head, my hope, my counsellor, My advocate with God. My Saviour is the Heaven of heavens My Christ is first, my Christ is last, Shortness of Life. OUR days, alas ! our mortal days, "Tis but at best a narrow bound That heaven allows to men, And pains and sins run thro' the round Of threescore years and ten. Well, if ye must be sad and few, Let heavenly hope prepare my soul, Where years of long salvation roll, New Jerusalem. BEYOND mortality, my faith A deep and rapid stream divides: O glorious city of my God, Which stands on yonder shore: My heart within me leaps for joy To think of passing o'er: O'er to the new Jerusalem, Where I with Christ may dwell; And ever hear his own dear lips His own dear story tell: Where, in his presence, I shall find The heav'n that I desire; And the sweet glories of his face |