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

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

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

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