Christ in His Heavenly Garden

Christ in His heav­en­ly gar­den walks all day

And calls to souls up­on the world’s high­way;

Wearied with tri­fles

maimed and sick with sin

Christ by the gate stands

and in­vites them in.

“How long

un­wise

will ye pur­sue your woe?

Here from the throne sweet wa­ters ever go:

Here the white lil­ies shine like stars ab­ove:

Here in the red rose burns the face of love.

“’Tis not from earth­ly paths I bid you flee

But light­er in My ways your feet will be:

’Tis not to sum­mon you from hu­man mirth

But add a depth and sweet­ness not of earth.

“Still by the gate I stand as on ye stray:

Turn your steps hi­ther: am not I the Way?

The sun is fall­ing fast; the night is nigh:

Why will ye wan­der? Where­fore will ye die?

Look on My hands and side

for I am He:

None to the Fa­ther com­eth

but by Me:

For you I died; once more I call you home:

I live again for you: My child­ren

come!