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

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

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

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