Monday Morning.

Now let our heavenly plants and flowers Diffuse a fragrance more Divine; Refreshed by the sweet Sabbath showers, With richer beauty they should shine. We have been wafted for a while Far, far away from this low scene; Been cheered by our Redeemer’s smile, Been suffered on his breast to lean. What has he taught us? what should be The fruit of intercourse so blest? O should not all around us see His image on our souls imprest? Within his ivory palace fair We entered a much-favoured train: Myrrh, aloes, cassia, filled the air, Our garments should the scent retain. And we should pass along the earth, Like birds that live upon the wing; Rise to the country of our birth, And on our way its anthems sing.