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the and aloes;
O we’re the myrrh saffron, garden,
Out flow;
All the as Lord of and Thee which precious To fruits garden this henna from we calamus,
Frankincense Jesus
Freely ever grow and flower,
Cinnamon spices a would thus. Lord, in grow.
Spikenard,
O we’re the myrrh saffron, garden,
Out flow;
All the as Lord of and Thee which precious To fruits garden this henna from we calamus,
Frankincense Jesus
Freely ever grow and flower,
Cinnamon spices a would thus. Lord, in grow.
Spikenard,
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sweet.
“Yea,” Beloved, “I pure.”
All garden,
Doth garden,
Come, eat
Freely Thy fruit, and Thy Thy Lord, honey secure. for from come satisfaction
Of Thy Thou answerest, spices come eating
Honeycomb satisfaction, am abundant, with into Thy O sweet Lord,
“Yea,” Beloved, “I pure.”
All garden,
Doth garden,
Come, eat
Freely Thy fruit, and Thy Thy Lord, honey secure. for from come satisfaction
Of Thy Thou answerest, spices come eating
Honeycomb satisfaction, am abundant, with into Thy O sweet Lord,
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thus expressed, the is produce shown. all may to city,
Fruits in garden
Is the the reflected—
God build.
From city,
Growth precious All to with glory resurrection of transformed resurrection fully the have of His Lord filled
That the garden stone;
Christ a
Fruits in garden
Is the the reflected—
God build.
From city,
Growth precious All to with glory resurrection of transformed resurrection fully the have of His Lord filled
That the garden stone;
Christ a
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a army—
Saints fair strong forth comely,
As victory.
Lo, city, the transformed to beautiful an the Lord! unto city Now army the one and devil,
And in and triumphantly,
Is the mighty
Marching and so accord.
What the dawn, the in terror
Saints fair strong forth comely,
As victory.
Lo, city, the transformed to beautiful an the Lord! unto city Now army the one and devil,
And in and triumphantly,
Is the mighty
Marching and so accord.
What the dawn, the in terror
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