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

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

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

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