Out of the world’s wide wilderness.
Like spicy trees, believers stand
Planted by an Almighty hand;
And all the springs in Zion flow,
To make the rich plantation grow.
Awake, O heav’nly wind, and come,
Blow on thy garden of perfume;
Spirit divine, descend, and breathe
A gracious gale on plants beneath.
Make thou our spices flow abroad,