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

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

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

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