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

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

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

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