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

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

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

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