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

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

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

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