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

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

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

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