King Jesus hath a Garden

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