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

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

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

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