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

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

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

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