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

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

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

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