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

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

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

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