Dear Lord, Thou art the Tree of Life

Dear Lord

Thou art the Tree of Life

The very life supply;

Thy fruits

replete with life divine

Our hunger satisfy.

Thou art the true and heav’nly Vine

Our very source of life;

By Thee we live

in Thee abide

And rest from all our strife.

Dear Lord

Thou art the Apple Tree

Thyself we all enjoy;

Thy fruits are sweet to all our taste

Thy shadow brings us joy.

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.

Thou art the very Branch of God

His fulness dwells in Thee;

In Thee we take of Him as grace

And the reality.

Lord

Thou art also David’s Branch

Incarnate here to be;

In Thee we see and comprehend

The true humanity.

Thou art the sprouting Rod with God

In Thee is endless life;

Before Thy resurrection pow’r

Death never can be rife.

Thou also art the swimming Stick

The fallen “ax” are we;

By Thine uplifting pow’r of life

From death we’re lifted free.

Lord

Thou art such a “Plant of Fame

Of Thee we richly share;

As we are here remembering Thee

Thyself we thus declare!