Blow upon my garden

(John MacDuff, "Communion Memories")

"Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! 
 Blow upon my garden, let its spices flow. Let my
 Beloved come to His garden, and eat its choicest
 fruits." Song of Solomon 4:16

Come! Blessed Spirit, in all the plenitude of Your
gifts and graces!

Come, as the north wind bringing with it conviction
of sin--my own sin--seen in the light of my Savior's
Cross and sufferings.

Come, as the south wind--with all soothing, comforting,
sanctifying influences--bearing on its wings the Beloved's
own balm-words of mercy--revealing the wonders of His
love--the tenderness of His sympathy--the riches of His
grace.

Let the spices--the fragrance of a grateful heart filled
with all joy and peace in believing--flow out.

"Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! 
 Blow upon my garden, let its spices flow. Let my
 Beloved come to His garden, and eat its choicest
 fruits." Song of Solomon 4:16

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