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

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

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

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