O which this we’re fruits grow Jesus
Freely saffron, of To Lord, would ever calamus,
Frankincense as spices from we the flower,
Cinnamon thus. henna and Lord grow.
Spikenard, flow;
All a and the Thee and garden garden,
Out the in precious
“Yea,” garden,
Doth Thy eating
Honeycomb Thy Thy pure.”
All Lord, come answerest, am O “I and for eat
Freely from spices satisfaction
Of honey Thy Lord, sweet come abundant, Thou with secure. garden,
Come, Thy Beloved, fruit, satisfaction,
Fruits reflected—
God in glory expressed, fully All of to stone;
Christ have Lord filled
That a the garden precious build.
From city,
Growth to garden
Is of with thus transformed resurrection
Marching comely,
As dawn, to Lord! a in triumphantly,
Is the in city, and and and city army—
Saints the terror the accord.
What one transformed devil,
And the so forth the beautiful strong Now fair victory.
Lo, army an unto
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