Christ will make His seeking lover

Christ will make His seeking lover
  Pillar, couch, and palanquin,
E’en a crown, His boast and glory;
  He will do it all! Amen!

But there still remains a shadow;
  Christ is still not satisfied.
He must have a growing garden
  To become His loving Bride!

Paradise of pomegranates,
  Pleasant fruits, and henna flowers,
Spikenard, saffron, myrrh, and aloes:
  His enjoyment now—not ours.

He has come into His garden,
  Gathered myrrh and spices there,
Eaten honeycomb and honey;
  Wine and milk He’ll drink fore’er.

From the garden comes the city,
  All materials thus supplied;
God is satisfied completely,
  And the foe is terrified.

“Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah,
  Comely as Jerusalem.”
O Lord Jesus, Hallelujah,
  Thou wilt do it all! Amen!