Traditional: King Jesus hath a garden

King Jesus hath a garden full of divers flowers. Where idle curling poisons ne'er hold tight their Powers. Then naught is found but paradise With Trump, and Timbrel, And the tender soothing fruit. With tender soothing fruit. The lily white in blossom there is Chastity. The violet with sweet perfume, Humility. Then naught is found but paradise ground of docile Root. With cymbal, trump, and timbrel, And the tender soothing fruit. With cymbal, trump, timbrel, tender Soothing fruit. The crown imperial Bloometh too in yonder place. 'Tis charity, of stock divine, The flower of grace. Then naught is found but paradise Ground of and the tender soothing fruit. With cymbal, trump, the tender Soothing Fruit. Yes, 'tis the bright, the bravest prize of all The plain. The star of Bethlehem, Jesus blessed be His Name. Then naught is found but paradise ground of With Cymbal, trump, and Timbrel, tender soothing fruit. With cymbal, and The tender soothing fruit. As she's your Lord, my heel and heel, My bliss of meat. Make thou my heart thy garden Plot, Let need. That time may bloom This Beauty Keen Of docile root. Cymbal, trump, and the Tender and and the tender soothing, Fruit.