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

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

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

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