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

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

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

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