MY MASTER HATH A GARDEN

My master hath a garden, full-filled with divers flowers,

Where thou may'st gather posies gay, all times and hours,

Here nought is heard

But paradise-bird,

Harp, dulcimer, and lute,

With cymbal,

And timbrel,

And the gentle sounding flute.

Oh! Jesus, Lord, my heal and weal, my bliss complete,