Jesus Christ the apple tree
The tree of life my soul hath seen,
Laden with fruit and always green:
The tree 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 have I 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.
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 apple tree.
Words from ‘Divine Hymns or Spiritual Songs’, compiled Joshua Smith (1784)
Elizabeth Poston (1905–1987)