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

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

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

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