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

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

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

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