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

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

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

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