Here love appears a fruitful vine,
From Christ the bleeding root
Receiving life and sap divine,
And bears immortal fruit.

Humility, a lily fair,
Transplanted from on high,
Grows here, perfuming all the air
With sweets that never die.

Firm patience, like an aloe strong,
By storms unshaken grows,
And, changing scenes enduring long,
At length in glory blows.

Here hope, a lively evergreen,
Displays her smiling face;
And flow'rs of ev'ry hue are seen, —
But all are plants of grace!