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

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

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

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