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

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

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

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