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

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

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

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