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

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

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

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