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

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

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

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