Lord, let us dwell in garden fair
Where roses and Your lilies bloom,
And ivy ours will climb Your stair–
See violets there that know no gloom.
For we are with Your ivy twined,
And always we to all say “ours”
And never only will say “mine”
As we live ‘neath our marriage bower.
As hand-in-hand we wind Your stairs,
Your Spirit’s hand will lift us up
To see us through our every care
While ever grow our hearts in trust.
When we will reach Your stairway’s end,
We know that we’ll forever be
In heaven’s sunlight without sin:
With family and You we’ll be free.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 