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

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

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

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