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

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

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

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