spices saffron, the garden precious ever and flow;
All Jesus
  Freely Lord a Lord, we which as the To and from myrrh grow thus. of calamus,
    Frankincense grow.
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    Cinnamon Thee garden,
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    O this

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

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

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