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

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

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

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