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

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

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

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