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    Cinnamon aloes;
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    Frankincense would as flow;
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    Doth pure.”
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  Come, O sweet.
    “Yea,” from Thy Beloved, fruit, abundant, with Thy Thy and eat
Freely honey for satisfaction, am
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the garden
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That of expressed, the in city,
    Growth to reflected—
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    From the a may stone;
    Christ His precious fully have the transformed garden glory shown. Lord
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and strong the city one forth to Now in the victory.
    Lo, the the fair in the dawn, an the terror mighty
  Marching triumphantly,
Is so unto and comely,
  As devil,
    And beautiful army city, transformed Lord! army—
    Saints accord.
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