Go forth, my heart, and seek delight

In this summer time so bright,

The bounties God displayeth,

The garden’s splendour go and see,

Behold how God for me and thee

Them gorgeously arrayeth.

The trees with leaves are cover’d o’er,

The earth with carpet spreads her floor

Of green, all fresh and tender,

The tulip and narcissus wear

Attire of finer texture fair

Than Solomon in splendour.

The lark aspiring soars on high,

Flies from her cleft the dove so shy,

And seeks the woodland shadow;

The nightingale with song so rare

Delights and fills the ev’ning air

O’er mountain, vale, and meadow.

Leads forth her little brood the hen,

The stork builds near the haunts of men,

And feed their young the swallows;

The stag so swift, the roe so light

Of foot, come bounding from the height

Into the grassy hollows.

The brooklets murmur in the sand,

And fringe the edge on either hand

With myrtle rich in shadow;

The shepherds and the sheep rejoice,

In joy and mirth you hear their voice

Sound from the neighb’ring meadow.

The bee through all the live-long hours,

Unwearied roams among the flow’rs,

Its precious stores to gather;

The strong juice of the vine each hour

Is ever gaining strength and pow’r

This glorious summer weather.

While springeth fast the precious grain,

The young and old exult again,

Praise Him with all their powers,

Whose benefits unceasing are,

With gifts so manifold and rare

Who human nature dowers.

I cannot rest, I never dare,

In my Creator’s gracious care

My inmost soul rejoices,

To God most High, when all things raise

A song of universal praise,

My voice shall join their voices.

Methinks it is so pleasant here,

All things so beautiful appear

In this our poor world even;

What will it be when earth we leave,

And at its golden gates receive

Glad welcome into Heaven?

What purest light, what ecstasy,

Will in the Saviour’s garden be!

How will it sound when ’fore Thee,

All with united heart and voice,

Ten thousand seraphins rejoice

And rev’rently adore Thee.

Ah! blessèd God, oh! were I there

Before Thy throne, and did I bear

My branch of palm victorious,

As angels do, my voice I’d raise

Thine ever blessèd name to praise,

In songs of triumph glorious.

But though I still am dwelling here,

And still the body’s burden bear,

Can I be silent?—Never!

My heart, no matter where I be,

Or here or there, shall bend to Thee,

In adoration ever.

Help! Lord, my soul with blessings crown,

With blessings that from Heav’n flow down,

That I may blossom ever!

And may the summer of Thy grace

Cause fruits of faith to grow apace,

Fruits that shall wither never.

And may Thy Spirit dwell in me,

May I a good branch ever be

Ingrafted in the Saviour!

In Thine own garden may I be

To Thy name’s praise a goodly tree,

Implanted by Thy favour!

Grant me Thy paradise to share,

And more fruit may I ever bear

While I am going thither.

Thine honour, Lord, to me is dear,

Thee and Thee only shall I here

And yonder serve for ever.