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

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

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

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