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

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

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

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