Love’s Garden
| There is a quiet garden, From the rude world set apart, Where seeds for Christ are growing; This is the loving heart. | |
| The tiny roots are loving thoughts; Sweet words, the fragrant flowers Which blossom into loving deeds,— Ripe fruits for harvest hours. | |
| Thus in our hearts the seeds of love Am growing year by year; And we show our love for the Saviour, By loving His children here. |