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

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

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

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