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 fruitless be,
Compared with Christ the Apple Tree.
His beauty doth all things excel,
By faith I know but ne'er can tell
His beauty doth all things excel,
By faith I know but ne'er can tell
The glory which I now can see
In Jesus Christ the Appletree.
For happiness I long have sought,
And pleasure dearly I have bought;
For happiness I long have sought,
And pleasure dearly I have bought;
I missed of all but now I see
'Tis found in Christ the Appletree.
I'm weary with my former toil -
Here I will sit and rest awhile,
I'm weary with my former toil -
Here I will sit and rest a--while,
Under the shadow I will be,
Of Jesus Christ the Appletree.
With great delight I'll make my stay,
There's none shall fright my soul a-way;
With great delight I'll make my stay,
There's none shall fright my soul a--way;
Among the sons of men I see
There's none like Christ the Appletree.
I'll sit and eat this fruit divine,
It cheers my heart like spiri'al wine;
I'll sit and eat this fruit divine,
It cheers my heart like spiri'al wine;
And now this fruit is sweet to me,
That grows on Christ the Appletree.
This fruit doth make my soul to thrive,
It keeps my dying faith alive;
This fruit doth make my soul to thrive,
It keeps my dying faith alive;
Which makes my soul in haste to be
With Jesus Christ the Appletree.