My Master hath a garden
Full-filled with diverse flowers
Where thou may’st gather posies gay
All times and hours
Where nought is heard but paradise bird
Harp, dulcimer and lute
With cymbal and timbrel
And the gentle sounding flute

O Jesus, Lord, my heal and weal
My bliss complete
Make thou my heart thy garden plot
True, fair and neat
That I may hear this music clear
Harp, dulcimer and lute
With cymbal and timbrel
And the gentle sounding flute