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

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

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

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