King Jesus hath a garden
Full of divers flowers
Where I go culling posies gay
All times and hours
There naught is heard but Paradise bird
Harp, dulcimer, lute
With cymbal, trump and tymbal
And the tender, soothing flute
With cymbal, trump and tymbal
And the tender, soothing flute
The lily, white in blossom there, is chastity
The violet, with sweet perfume, humanity
There naught is heard but Paradise bird
Harp, dulcimer, lute
With cymbal, trump and tymbal
And the tender, soothing flute
With cymbal, trump and tymbal
And the tender, soothing flute
Yet, 'mid the brave, the bravest prize of all may claim
The Star of Bethlem
Jesus, blessed be His name!
There naught is heard but Paradise bird
Harp, dulcimer, lute
With cymbal, trump and tymbal
And the tender, soothing flute
With cymbal, trump and tymbal
And the tender, soothing flute
Ah! Jesu Lord, my heal and weal
My bliss complete
Make Thou my heart, Thy garden plot
Fair, trim and neat
There night right here is pure as I clean
Harp, dulcimer, lute
With cymbal, trump and tymbal
And the tender, soothing flute
With cymbal, trump and tymbal
And the tender, soothing flute