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

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

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

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