1 The tree of life my soul hath seen, Laden with fruit, and always green, The trees of nature fruitless be, Compard with Christ the appletree. 2 His beauty doth all things excel, By faith I know, but neer can tell, The glory which I now can see, In Jesus Christ the appletree. 3 For happiness I long have sought, And pleasure I have dearly bought; I missed of all but now I see Tis found in Christ the appletree. 4 Im wearied with my former toil, Here I will sit and rest awhile; Under the shadow I will be Of Jesus Christ the appletree. 5 With great delight I make my stay, Theres none shall fright my soul away, Among the sons of men I see, Theres none like Christ the appletree 6 Ill sit and eat this fruit divine, It cheers my heart like spiritual wine. And now this fruit is sweet to me, That grows on Christ the appletree. 7 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.
Posted on: Mon, 08 Dec 2014 05:29:54 +0000
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