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

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

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

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