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

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

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

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