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

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

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

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