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

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

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

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