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

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

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

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