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 Appletree.

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 Appletree.

I'm weary with my former toil -

Here I will sit and rest awhile,

Under the shadow I will be,

Of Jesus Christ the Appletree.

With great delight I'll make my stay,

There's none shall fright my soul away;

Among the sons of men I see

There's none like Christ the Appletree.

I'll sit and eat this fruit divine,

It cheers my heart like spirit'al wine;

And now this fruit is sweet to me,

That grows on Christ the Appletree.

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.