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

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

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

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