“Zion's a Garden walled around,
Chosen and made peculiar ground;
A little spot enclosed by grace
Out of the World's wide wilderness.
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.
Awake, O heavenly Wind! And come,
Blow on this garden of perfume!
Spirit Divine! Descent and breath
A gracious gale on plants beneath.”
(Isaac Watts)
| This Page Title – "Zion's a Garden walled around," a poem by Isaac Watts The Wicket Gate Magazine "A Continuing Witness". Internet Edition number 97 – placed on line July 2012 Magazine web address – www.wicketgate.co.uk |