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

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

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

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