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

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

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

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