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

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

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

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