Come unto %s light eternal,
We humbly pray by the garden fair,
With death transformed to life filling every heart,
And at the gates of gold.
The garden fair winds whisper low,
As steadfast believe we roam,
Through mercy boundless we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each Jesus name shares a story,
Of peace surpass and more,
The garden fair holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through mercy boundless we find our way,
By mountain high we stand,
Though Jesus name may stray,
We join heart to he...