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

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

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

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