1. We are a garden walled around, Chosen and made peculiar ground; A little spot enclosed by grace Out of the world's wide wilderness. 2. Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand, Planted by God the Father's hand; And all his springs in Zion flow, To make the young plantation grow. 3. Awake, O, heav'nly wind! and come, Blow on this garden of perfume; Spirit divine! descend and breathe A gracious gale on plants beneath. 4. Make our best spices flow abroad, To entertain our Savior God And faith, and love, and joy appear, And every grace be active here.