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

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

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

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