Behold the Rose of Sharon here,

The Lily which the valleys bear;

Behold the Tree of Life, that gives

Refreshing fruit and healing leaves.

Amongst the thorns so lilies shine;

Amongst wild gourds the noble vine;

So in mine eyes my Savior proves,

Amidst a thousand meaner loves.

Beneath his cooling shade I sat,

To shield me from the burning heat;

Of heav'ly fruit he spreads a feast,

To feed mine eyes and please my taste.

[Kindly he brought me to the place

Where stands the banquet of his grace;

He saw me faint, and o'er my head

The banner of his love he spread.

With living bread and gen'rous wine,

He cheers this sinking heart of mine;

And op'ning his own heart to me,

He shows his thoughts how kind they be.]

O never let my Lord depart;

Lie down, and rest upon my heart;

I charge my sins not once to move,

Nor stir, nor wake, nor grieve my Love.