There's a secret garden, not known to the world,
consecrated to God, its gate is shut up,
the foes cannot enter, my Lord holds the key,
only saints can relish, the bliss in their hearts.
Charmed is the clime therin, splendid is the scene,
divine breeze gently blows, divine rain showers,
fruits of grace abundant, fragrant of love fills,
boundless and true pleasure, all is in the Lord.
'Tis a life in calmness, shut up from the world,
hidden in sealed chamber, face to face with God,
no care nor evil thoughts, pure and undefiled,
drink from the spring of grace, as a heav'n on earth.
The garden's gate though closed, fragrance still spreads forth,
living water springs up, quench the thirst of souls,
north wind comes, south wind blows, the spices may flow out,
my Lord in the garden, enjoys love of loves.
