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

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

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

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