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

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

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

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