My heart a new-made garden is,
Where love doth flow,
Where tiny seeds of kindly deeds
To blossoms grow.
My heart a new-made garden is—
Love made it so.
My heart a parched garden was,
Not long ago—
A darkling grot, an arid spot,
Where naught could grow.
My heart a parchèd garden was—
Self made it so.
My heart a watered garden is,
Where roses blow—
Sweet mignonette and violet,
Row upon row!
My heart a watered garden is—
Love made it so.
God will of thee a garden make!
Heart filled with woe,
From His dear might receive thy light;
Wake up and grow!
God will of thee a garden make,
Where roses glow.
