Jesus Christ the Apple Tree 

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 applle 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 apple tree.



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 apple tree.



I'm weary with my former toil

Here I will sit and rest a while

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 apple tree.



This fruit does make my soul to thrive

It keeps my dying faith alive

This fruit does 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.