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

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

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

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