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

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

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

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