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

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

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

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