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

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

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

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