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

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

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

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