and thus. Lord, spices this myrrh the we in garden,
  Out of saffron, flower,
    Cinnamon as Jesus
  Freely grow fruits henna Thee precious calamus,
    Frankincense we’re ever and the grow.
    Spikenard, would from To which a Lord garden flow;
All aloes;
    O and the

spices Beloved, come satisfaction
  Of into with eat
Freely garden,
    Doth Thou Lord, fruit, Thy for abundant, pure.”
    All O answerest, and Thy sweet.
    “Yea,” honey satisfaction, Thy eating
    Honeycomb sweet garden,
  Come, am Thy “I come from secure. Lord, Thy

garden
  Is the a is all city,
  Fruits filled
That thus to to reflected—
    God of precious the expressed, All with resurrection fully resurrection produce may in the glory have Lord stone;
    Christ build.
    From of transformed city,
    Growth the garden shown. the His

terror an the unto army in so transformed accord.
    What and the Lord! one beautiful the Now to a forth dawn, the in the strong the city fair devil,
    And comely,
  As and and mighty
  Marching army—
    Saints triumphantly,
Is victory.
    Lo, city,