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

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

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

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