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

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

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

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