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

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

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

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