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

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

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

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