Behold the Rose of Sharon Here

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’n­ly 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 ge­ner­ous wine

He cheers this sink­ing heart of mine;

And op­en­ing 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.