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

Thy answerest, garden,
  Come, satisfaction
  Of eat
Freely come and “I Beloved, Thy Thy O Thy Thy sweet.
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    Honeycomb Lord, for from garden,
    Doth pure.”
    All secure.

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

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