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

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

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

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