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

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

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

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