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
The glory which I now can see in Jesus Christ the apple tree.
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 apple tree.
I'm weary with my former toil: here I will sit and rest awhile.
Under the shadow I will be of Jesus Christ the apple tree.
His 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 apple tree.