Fragrance of His Sacrifice
There is a garden
where Jesus and I meet.
We have sweet fellowship.
I worship at His feet.
The delightful fragrance
that comes when He is near
is the sacrifice of love.
He brings my heart sweet cheer.
There is no other like Him,
none so holy or so pure.
He's the great redeemer
with Him my hope's secure.
Is He your Savior yet?
I know He longs to be.
He's waiting in the garden,
please go there now with me.
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