To the Lord we’re as a garden

To the Lord we’re as a garden

Out from which the spices flow;

All the precious fruits of Jesus

Freely in this garden grow.

Spikenard

saffron

henna flower

Cinnamon and calamus

Frankincense and myrrh and aloes;

O Lord

we would ever grow Thee thus.

O Lord

come into Thy garden

Come

Beloved

come and eat

Freely for Thy satisfaction

Of Thy fruit

abundant

sweet.

“Yea

” Thou answerest

“I am eating

Honeycomb with honey pure.”

All sweet spices from Thy garden

Doth Thy satisfaction

Lord

secure.

All the produce of the garden

Is with resurrection filled

That the Lord may have a city

Fruits of resurrection build.

From the garden to the city

Growth transformed to precious stone;

Christ is thus expressed

reflected—

God in all His glory fully shown.

Now the city

fair and comely

As the dawn

triumphantly

Is an army strong and mighty

Marching forth in victory.

Lo

the city and the army—

Saints transformed in one accord.

What a terror to the devil

And so beautiful unto the Lord!