1 | Dear Lord, Thou art the Tree of Life, |
| | The very life supply; |
| Thy fruits, replete with life divine, |
| | Our hunger satisfy. |
2 | Thou art the true and heavnly Vine, |
| | Our very source of life; |
| By Thee we live, in Thee abide, |
| | And rest from all our strife. |
3 | Dear Lord, Thou art the Apple Tree, |
| | Thyself we all enjoy; |
| Thy fruits are sweet to all our taste, |
| | Thy shadow brings us joy. |
4 | Thou art to us the healing Tree; |
| | Our death Thou didst endure; |
| Thou on a tree for us wast slain, |
| | That we may have Thy cure. |
5 | Thou art the very Branch of God, |
| | His fulness dwells in Thee; |
| In Thee we take of Him as grace |
| | And the reality. |
6 | Lord, Thou art also Davids Branch |
| | Incarnate here to be; |
| In Thee we see and comprehend |
| | The true humanity. |
7 | Thou art the sprouting Rod with God, |
| | In Thee is endless life; |
| Before Thy resurrection powr |
| | Death never can be rife. |
8 | Thou also art the swimming Stick, |
| | The fallen ax are we; |
| By Thine uplifting powr of life, |
| | From death were lifted free. |
9 | Lord, Thou art such a Plant of Fame, |
| | Of Thee we richly share; |
| As we are here remembering Thee, |
| | Thyself we thus declare! |