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

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

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

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