There's a garden Filled with sorrow And a Man whose tears were shed Feel the cup of Lonely suffering And the weight of it He held There's a valley of Lilies white and Painted crimson with His blood Pure and spotless Yet rejected His broken body bruised & scarred Oh look upon His beauty Precious King whose love has won me Oh gaze upon His glory All my days I'll rest in thee There's a dark cloud Grey and looming As our Saviour breathed His last And the ground began to tremble The Son of Heaven trampled death Oh look upon His beauty Precious King whose love has won me Oh gaze upon His glory All my days I'll rest in thee Oh look upon His beauty Precious King whose love has won me Oh gaze upon His glory All my days I'll rest in thee Oh look upon His beauty Precious King whose love has won me Oh gaze upon His glory All my days I'll rest in thee Oh look upon His beauty Precious King whose love has won me Oh gaze upon His glory All my days I'll rest in thee There's a field of Heavy harvest Longing for the King's return See His robe of Righteous splendour Golden eyes with fire burn