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

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

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

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