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

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

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

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