The Lord's Garden
by J. C. Ryle
"A garden enclosed is My sister, My spouse." Song
of Solomon 4:12
The Lord Jesus Christ has a garden. It is the company of
all who are true believers in Him. They are His garden.
Viewed in one light, believers are Jesus Christ's
SPOUSE. They are all joined to Him by an everlasting covenant that
cannot be broken; wedded to Him by the marriage of faith—taken by Him to be
His forever, with all their debts and liabilities, with all their faults and
imperfections. Their old name is gone—they have no name but that of their
Bridegroom. God the Father regards them as one with His dear Son. Satan can
lay no charge against them. They are the Lamb's wife—"My Beloved is mine,
and I am His" (Song. 2:16).
Viewed in another light, believers are Christ's SISTER.
They are like Him in many things. They have His Spirit—they love what He
loves, and hate what He hates—they count all His members brethren—through
Him they have the spirit of adoption, and can say of God, "He is my Father."
Faint indeed is their resemblance to their elder Brother! And still they are
Viewed in a third light, believers are Christ's GARDEN.
Let us see how and in what way.
1. Jesus calls His people a garden, because
they are altogether different from the men of the
world. The world is a wilderness—it brings forth little but
thorns and thistles—it is fruitful in nothing but sin. The children of this
world are an untilled wilderness in God's sight. With all their arts and
sciences, intellect and skill, eloquence and statesmanship, poetry and
refinement—with all this they are a wilderness, barren of repentance, faith,
holiness, and obedience to God. The Lord looks down from heaven, and where
He sees no grace, there the Lord can see nothing but a "wilderness" state of
things. The Lord Jesus Christ's believing people are the only green spot on
the earth—the only oasis amid barren deserts—they are His garden.
He calls His people a garden, because
they are sweet and beautiful to His mind.
He looks on the world, and it grieves Him to the heart—He looks on the
little flock of His believing people, and is well pleased. He sees in them
the fruit of His travail, and is satisfied. He rejoices in spirit when He
sees the kingdom revealed to babes, though the wise and prudent receive it
not. As in the day of Noah's sacrifice, He smells a sweet aroma—and is
refreshed. It is very wonderful, very mysterious! Believers are vile in
their own eyes, and feel themselves miserable sinners; yet Jesus says, "You
are all fair—sweet is your voice—your countenance is lovely—beautiful as
Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, fair as the moon, and clear as the sun" (Song.
1:15, 4:7, 2:14, 6:10, etc.) Oh, the depths! It sounds incomprehensible
and almost incredible; but it is true!
He calls His people a garden, because
He delights to walk among them. He sees the children of this
world—but He mingles not with them. His eyes are on all their ways,
but He does not come down to talk with them, as He did to Abraham, like a
man with his friend.
On the other hand, He loves to walk among His
candle-sticks, and see whether the light burns brightly. He loves to be
present in the assemblies of His saints, and to come in and sup with them,
and they with Him. He loves to come with His Father, and make His abode with
His disciples—and wheresoever two or three are gathered in His name, there
is He. He loves to come into His garden and eat His pleasant fruits; to go
down to the beds of spices, and gather lilies; to see whether the vine
flourishes, and the tender grape appears, and the pomegranates bud forth
(Song. 7:12). In short, He holds special communion with His people, and
deals intimately with them, as He does not with the world.
He calls His people a garden, because
they are useful, and bear fruit and flowers.
Where is the real use of the children of this world? Of what value are they,
while they continue unconverted? They are unprofitable tenants and worthless
cumberers of the ground. They bring no glory to the Lord that bought
them—they fulfill not their part in creation—they stand alone in the world
of created beings, not doing the work for which their Maker meant them. The
heavens declare the glory of God—the trees, the corn, the grass, the
flowers, the streams, the birds speak forth His praise—but the man of the
world does nothing to show that he cares for God, or serves God, or loves
God, or feels grateful for Christ's redeeming death.
The Lord's people are not so. They bring Him some revenue
of glory. They bear some little fruit, and are not altogether barren and
unprofitable servants. Compared to the world, they are a garden.
2. The Lord's garden has a distinctive peculiarity
about it. It is a garden
There is an enclosure around believers; or else they
never would be saved. This is the secret of their safety. It is not their
faithfulness, their strength, or their love, it is the wall around them
which prevents their being lost. They are a "garden enclosed."
They are enclosed by God the
Father's everlasting election. Long before they were born—long
before the foundations of the world, God knew them, chose
them, and appointed them to obtain salvation by Jesus Christ. The
children of this world do not like to hear this doctrine proclaimed. It
humbles man, and leaves him no room to boast. But whether it is abused or
not—the doctrine of election is true. It is the corner-stone of the
believer's foundation, that he was chosen in Christ before the world began.
Who can rightly estimate the strength of this enclosure?
They are enclosed by the special
love of God the Son. The Lord Jesus is the Savior of all men—but
He is specially the Savior of those who believe. He has power over all
flesh—but He gives eternal life to those who are specially given to Him, in
a way that He does to none others. He shed His blood on the cross for
all—but He only washes those who have part in Him. He invites all—but He
quickens whom He will, and brings them to glory. He prays for them—He prays
not for the world. He intercedes for them—that they may be kept from evil,
that they may be sanctified by the truth, that their faith fail not. Who can
fully describe the blessedness of this enclosure?
They are enclosed by the
effectual working of God the Holy Spirit. The Spirit calls them
out from the world, and separates them as effectually as if a wall were
built between them and it. He puts in them new hearts, new minds, new
tastes, new desires, new sorrows, new joys, new wishes, new pleasures, new
longings. He gives them new eyes, new ears, new affections, new opinions. He
makes them new creatures; they are born again, and with a new birth they
begin a new existence. Mighty indeed is the transforming power of the Holy
Spirit! The believer and the world are completely put asunder, and
everlastingly separated. You may place a believer and an unbeliever
together, marry them, join them under one roof, but you cannot unite them
any more into one piece. The one is part of the "garden enclosed," and the
other is not. Effectual calling is a barrier that cannot be broken.
Who can tell the comfort of this threefold wall of
enclosure! Believers are enclosed by election, enclosed by washing
and intercession, enclosed by calling and regeneration.
Great is the consolation of these threefold bands of love around us, the
love of God the Father, the love of God the Son, the love of God the Holy
Spirit! A threefold cord is not easily broken.
Does any reader suppose for a moment that all this was
not needed? I believe that nothing short of this threefold enclosure could
save the Lord's garden from utter ruin. Without election, intercession, and
regeneration—there is not one soul who would get to heaven. The wild boar
out of the woods would break in and devour—the roaring lion would come in
and trample all under his feet. The devil would soon lay the Lord's garden
level with the ground.
Blessed be God for this, that we are "a garden enclosed!"
Blessed be God, our final safety hangs not on anything of our own—not on our
graces and feelings—not on our degree of sanctification—not on our
perseverance in well-doing—not on our love—not on our growth in grace—not on
our prayers and Bible-readings—not even on our faith. It hangs on nothing
else but the work of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. If this three-fold work
encloses us, who shall overthrow our hope? If God be for us, who can be
Adam had a heart free from sin. Adam was strong in
innocency, and undefiled by contact with bad examples and corrupt neighbors.
Adam was on vantage ground, a thousand times higher than we now occupy—and
yet Adam fell before temptation. There was no enclosure round him, no wall
to keep Satan out, no barrier round the first flower of the Lord's
garden—and see how Adam fell!
Let believers open their sleepy eyes—and try to
understand the value of their privileges! This is the most blessed part of
the Lord's garden. It is a "garden enclosed." I believe if there was no
election, there would be no salvation. I never saw a man who would be saved
if it depended in any wise on himself. Let us all thank the Lord Jesus,
every day, and thank Him from our hearts, that His people are a chosen and
guarded people, and that His garden is nothing less than "a garden
3. The Lord's garden is not empty—it is always full of
FLOWERS. It has had many in time past,
it has many at the time present. Believers are the flowers that fill the
I will mention two things about the flowers in the garden
of the Lord Jesus. In some things they are all exactly like one another. In
some things they are as various and diverse as the flowers in the gardens of
In some things they are all ALIKE.
(1) They have all been transplanted. Not one of
the Lord's flowers grew naturally in His garden. They were all born children
of wrath, even as others. No man is born with grace in his heart. Every
believer among the Lord's people was at one time at enmity with Him, and in
a state of condemnation. It was the grace of God that first called him out
of the world. It was the Spirit of Christ who made him what he is, and
planted him in the garden of the Lord. In this the Lord's people are all
alike—they are all transplanted flowers.
(2) The Lord's flowers are all alike in their root.
In outward things they may differ, but underneath they are all the same.
They are all rooted and grounded on Jesus Christ. Believers may worship in
different places, and belong to different churches, but their foundation is
the same—the cross and the blood of Jesus.
(3) The Lord's flowers are all at their beginning weak.
They do not come to full maturity at once. They are at first like new-born
babes, tender and delicate, and needing to be fed with milk, and not with
strong meat. They are soon checked and thrown back. All begin in this way.
(4) The Lord's flowers all need the light of the sun.
Flowers cannot live without light. Believers cannot live comfortably unless
they see much of the face of Jesus Christ. To be ever looking on Him,
feeding on Him, communing with Him—this is the hidden spring of the life of
God in man's soul.
(5) The Lord's flowers all need the dews of the Spirit.
Flowers wither without moisture. Believers need daily, hourly, to be renewed
by the Holy Spirit in the spirit of their minds. We cannot live on old
grace, if we would be fresh, living, real Christians. We must be daily more
'filled with the Spirit'. Every chamber in the inward temple must be filled.
(6) The Lord's flowers are all in danger of weeds.
Flower-beds need constant weeding. Believers need daily to search and see
that they do not let besetting sins grow on undisturbed. These are the
things that choke the actings of grace, and chill the influences of the
Spirit. All are in peril of this—all should beware.
(7) The Lord's flowers all require pruning and cutting.
Flowers left alone soon dwindle and grow small. No careful gardener leaves
his roses alone all the year round. Just so believers need stirring,
shaking, mortifying—or else they become sleepy—and incline like Lot to
'settle down by Sodom'. And if they are slow about the work of pruning, God
will often take it in hand for them.
(8) The Lord's flowers all grow. None but
hypocrites, and wolves in sheep's clothing, and 'painted Christians', stand
still. True believers are never long the same. It is their desire to go on
from grace to grace, strength to strength, knowledge to knowledge, faith to
faith, holiness to holiness. Visit a border of the Lord's garden after two
or three years' absence, and you will see this growth. If you do not see
growth—you may well suppose there is a worm at the root. Life grows—but
death stands still and decays.
But while the Lord's flowers are all alike in some
things, they are VARIOUS and DIVERSE in
others, even as the flowers in our own gardens. Let us consider this point a
Believers have many things in COMMON—one Lord, one faith,
one baptism of the Spirit, one hope, one foundation, one reverence for the
Word, one delight in prayer, one newness of heart. And yet there are some
things in which they are not one. Their general experience is the same, and
their title to heaven the same—and yet there are VARIETIES in their
specific experience. There are shades of diversity in their views and
feelings. They are not so altogether and completely one that they can quite
understand each other in all things, at all times, and in all points. Very
important is it to bear this in mind! Believers are—one in great principles,
not one in all particulars—one in reception of the whole truth, not one in
the proportion they give to the parts of truth—one in the root, but not one
in the flower—one in the hidden part that only the Lord Jesus sees, not one
in the visible part that is seen of the world.
You cannot understand your brother or sister in some
things. You could not do as they do; speak as they speak;
act as they act; laugh as they laugh; admire what they
admire. Oh, be not hasty to condemn them! Make them not offenders for a
word. Do not set them down in a low place because they and you have little
in common—few harmonizing and responding strings in your hearts—because you
soon come to a standstill in communing with them, and discover that they and
you have only a limited extent of ground in common! Write it down on the
tablets of your heart, that there are many schools, orders, classes,
diversities of Christians. You may all be in the Lord's garden, and be
united on grand doctrines—and yet for all that, the Lord's garden is made up
of various sorts of flowers! All His flowers are useful—none must be
despised. And yet His garden contains widely different sorts.
(1) Some that grow in the Lord's garden are like the
flowers which are brilliant and SHOWY in color—but not sweet. You see
them afar off, and they attract the world's eye, and their tints are
beautiful, but you can say no more.
These are frequently the public Christians—the popular
preachers—the speakers on platforms—the leaders of listening assemblies—the
people talked of, and pointed at, and run after. Such people are the tulips,
and sunflowers, and peonies, and dahlias of the Lord's garden—brilliant,
flamboyant, bright and glorious in their way—but not sweet.
(2) Some are like those flowers which make no show at
all—and yet are the SWEETEST.
These are the Christians whom the world never hears
of—they rather shrink from public observation. They hold on the even tenor
of their way, and pass silently on towards home—but they sweeten all
These are those who are rare and hard to find—but
the better they are known, the more they are loved. Ask their true character
in their own homes, and in their families—ask husbands, wives, children,
servants, their character—and you will soon discover that not a tenth part
of their beauty and excellence is known by the world. The nearer you go—the
more perfume will these dwellers in the Lord's garden give out. These are
the Lord's violets—valued by only few, but to those who know them, oh, how
(3) Some in the Lord's garden are like those flowers
which cannot live in cold weather.
These are the Christians who have but a little
strength—who faint in the day of adversity—who only flourish when everything
around them is smooth and warm. A cold wind of trial, and unexpected
frost of affliction—nips them and cuts them down. But the Lord Jesus
is very merciful—He will not allow them to be tempted above what they can
endure. He plants them in sheltered and sunny places of His garden. He
protects them and hedges them round by strong plants, to break the cold. Let
no man despise them. They are the Lord's flowers—beautiful in their place
and in their way.
(4) Some in the Lord's garden are like those hardy
flowers which flower even in winter.
These are those rough Christians who never seem to
feel any trials—whom nothing, either of opposition or affliction, appears to
move. Doubtless there is not that softness and sweetness about them that we
admire in others. We miss that lovable delicacy which in some people is such
an unexplainable charm. They chill us sometimes by their harshness and lack
of sympathy—when compared to many we know. And yet let no man despise them.
They are the crocuses in the garden of the Lord, beautiful in their place
and way, and valuable in their own season.
(5) Some in the Lord's garden are never so sweet as
These are the Christians who show most grace under
trial and affliction. In the day of sunshine and prosperity they become
careless—they need the shower of some sorrow to come down on them, to make
their full excellency appear. There is more beauty of holiness about their
tears, than about their smiles—they are more like Jesus when they weep, than
when they laugh. These are the roses of the Lord's garden—lovely and sweet
and beautiful at all times—but never so much so as after storm.
(6) Some in the Lord's garden are never so sweet as at
These are the believers who need constant trial to
keep them close to the throne of grace. They cannot bear the sunshine of
prosperity—they become careless in prayer, sleepy about the Word, listless
about heaven, too fond of nestling with some beloved idol in the corner of
this world. Such people the Lord Jesus often keeps under a cloud, to
preserve them in a right frame. He sends wave after wave, trouble after
trouble, to make them sit like Mary at His feet—and be near the cross. It is
the very darkness they are obliged to walk in, which makes them so sweet.
(7) Some in the Lord's garden are never so sweet as
These are the Christians whose reality comes out most
under some tremendous and uncommon judgment. The winds and storms of
heavy affliction roll over them, and then, to the astonishment of the
world—the spices flow out! I once saw a young woman who had lain on a bed
six years in a garret, with a spinal complaint, helpless, motionless, cut
off from everything that could make this world enjoyable. But she belonged
to the garden of Jesus—she was not alone, for He was with her. You would
have thought she would have been gloomy—but she was all brightness.
You would have expected her to be sorrowful—but she was ever rejoicing.
You would suppose she was weak and needed comfort—but she was strong and
able to comfort others. You would fancy she must have felt dark—but
she seemed to me all light. You would imagine her countenance was
grave—but it was full of calm smiles, and the gushing forth of inward
peace. You would have pardoned her almost if she had murmured—but she
breathed of nothing but perfect happiness and contentment. The
crushed flowers in the Lord's garden are sometimes exceeding sweet!
(8) Some of the flowers in the Lord's garden are never
fully valued until they are dead.
These are those humble believers who, like Dorcas, are
full of good works and active love towards others. These are those
unostentatious ones who dislike profession and publicity, and love to go
about, like their Lord and Master, doing good to souls—visiting the
fatherless and the widows, pouring in balm on wounds which this heartless
world neither knows nor cares for—ministering to the friendless, helping the
destitute—preaching the gospel not to 'silk and velvet', but to the poor.
These are not noticed by this generation—but the Lord
Jesus knows them—and His Father also! When they are dead and gone, their
work and labor of love all comes out. It is written with a diamond on the
hearts of those they have assisted—it cannot be hidden. They speak being
dead, though they were silent when living. We know their worth when gone, if
we did not while we had them with us. The tears of those who have been fed
in soul or body by their hand, tell forth to the wondering world that some
have gone home whose place cannot easily be supplied, and that a gap is made
which it will be hard to fill up. These shall never have that wretched
epitaph, "Departed without being desired." These are the lavender in the
Lord's garden—never so much appreciated and admired as when cut off and
And now let me wind up with a few words of
There is one thing about the Lord's garden, which I see
nothing like in this world's flowers.
The 'flowers of this world' all die, and wither and
lose their sweetness, and decay, and come to nothing at last. The fairest
flowers are not really everlasting. The oldest and strongest of nature's
children comes to an end.
It is not so with 'the Lord's flowers'. The children
of grace can never die! They may 'sleep' for a season—they may be taken
away when they have served their generation, and done their work. The Lord
is continually coming down to His garden and gathering His "lilies"—laying
flowers in His bosom one after the other. But the Lord's flowers shall all
When the Lord comes again the second time, He shall bring
His people with Him. His flowers shall live once more—more bright, more
sweet, more lovely, more beautiful, more glorious, more pure, more shining,
more fair! They shall have a glorious body like their Lord's—and shall
flourish forever in the courts of our God!
Reader, are you in the Lord's garden—or are you in the
wilderness of this world?
You must be in one or the other. You must take your
choice. Which have you chosen, and which do you choose now? The Lord Jesus
would gladly transplant you.
He strives with you by His Spirit. He would gladly add
you to the number of His beloved ones. He knocks at the door of your heart
by word and by providence. He whispers to your conscience, "Awake, arise,
repent, be converted, and come away!"
Oh, do not turn away from Him who speaks! Resist not the
Holy Spirit. Do not choose your place in the wilderness—but in the garden.
Awake, arise, and turn away from the world!
Reader! the wilderness—or the garden! Which will you
If the wilderness, you will have your own way, run wild,
grow to waste, bring forth fruit and flowers to yourself, become a barren,
unprofitable, useless plant, live unloved and unlovable to yourself, and at
last be gathered in the bundle with the tares, and burned in hell!
If the garden—you will not have your own way. But you
will have what is far better, you will have God and Christ for your own. You
will be cultivated, watered, tended, moved, pruned, trained by the Lord
Jesus Himself—and at the last, your name shall be found in the eternal
paradise-garden of the Lord!
"A garden enclosed is My sister, My spouse." Song
of Solomon 4:12