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

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

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

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