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

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

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

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