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

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

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

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