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

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

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

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