The tree of life my soul hath seen,
laden with fruit and always green.
The tree of life my soul hath seen,
laden with fruit and
always green.
The trees of nature,
fruits,
leaves,
and in bed with Christ the apple tree.
By faith I know what there can tell,
its beauty doth all things excel.
By faith I know what there can tell,
the glory which I now can see,
in Jesus Christ the apple tree.
For
happiness I long have sought,
and pleasure dearly I have wrought.
I bless the Lord,
for I say it is found in Christ the apple tree.
I'm weary with my forward toil,
here I will sit and rest a while.
Under the shadow there may be,
Lord Jesus Christ the apple tree.
