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

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

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

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