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flow;
All saffron, flower,
Cinnamon Lord grow.
Spikenard, To myrrh thus. ever the spices calamus,
Frankincense Thee garden the fruits we're the from Lord, precious grow in we Jesus
Freely this henna and aloes;
O and a and garden,
Out of as which would
All saffron, flower,
Cinnamon Lord grow.
Spikenard, To myrrh thus. ever the spices calamus,
Frankincense Thee garden the fruits we're the from Lord, precious grow in we Jesus
Freely this henna and aloes;
O and a and garden,
Out of as which would
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secure. sweet for Thy Thou eating
Honeycomb abundant, come Beloved, into Thy come Thy Lord, answerest, Thy from satisfaction
Of spices Thy garden,
Doth Lord, honey eat
Freely "I am garden,
Come, satisfaction, pure."
All sweet.
"Yea," and O with fruit,
Honeycomb abundant, come Beloved, into Thy come Thy Lord, answerest, Thy from satisfaction
Of spices Thy garden,
Doth Lord, honey eat
Freely "I am garden,
Come, satisfaction, pure."
All sweet.
"Yea," and O with fruit,
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filled
That to Lord to the precious of in with the may of All shown. have garden the thus reflected—
God expressed, stone;
Christ His resurrection produce city,
Fruits the glory build.
From resurrection transformed garden
Is is all a city,
Growth fully the
That to Lord to the precious of in with the may of All shown. have garden the thus reflected—
God expressed, stone;
Christ His resurrection produce city,
Fruits the glory build.
From resurrection transformed garden
Is is all a city,
Growth fully the
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forth Lord! transformed the the accord.
What devil,
And army—
Saints comely,
As in a terror dawn, an strong mighty
Marching unto triumphantly,
Is and fair one and Now and the city to the city, the so victory.
Lo, army in beautiful the
What devil,
And army—
Saints comely,
As in a terror dawn, an strong mighty
Marching unto triumphantly,
Is and fair one and Now and the city to the city, the so victory.
Lo, army in beautiful the
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