238 IZAAK WALTON AND HIS FRIENDS 



They are the fruitful beds and borders 

 In God's rich garden : that is bare 



Which parts their ranks and orders. 



The Sundays of man's life, 

 Threaded together on time's string, 

 Make bracelets to adorn the wife 

 Of the eternal glorious King. 

 On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope ; 

 Blessings are plentiful and rife, 



More plentiful than hope. 



This day my Saviour rose. 

 And did enclose this light for His : 

 That, as each beast his manger knows, 

 Man might not of his fodder miss. 

 Christ hath took in this piece of ground, 

 And made a garden there for those 



Who want herbs for their wound. 



The Rest of our creation 

 Our great Redeemer did remove 

 With the same shake, which at His passion 

 Did th' earth and all things with it move. 

 As Samson bore the doors away, 

 Christ's hands, though nail'd, wrought our sal- 

 vation, 

 And did unhinge that day. 



