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

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

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

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