Our Lord into his Garden comes,

Well pleas’d to smell our poor Perfumes,

And calls us to a feast divine,

Sweeter than honey, milk or wine.

Eat of the Tree of Life, my Friends,

The Blessings that my Father sends;

Your Taste shall all my dainties prove,

And drink abundance of my Love.

Isaac Watts (1674-1748), Hymn 74, Book 1.