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

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

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

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