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 of my former toil

Here will I sit and rest awhile

Under the shadow I will be

Of Jesus Christ the Apple Tree




This fruit doth make my soul to thrive

It keeps my dying faith alive

And makes my soul in haste to be

With Jesus Christ the Apple Tree.