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

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

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

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