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

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

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

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