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

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

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

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