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

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

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

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