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 heav'nly 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 David's 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 pow'r

   Death never can be rife.

 8 

Thou also art the swimming Stick,

   The fallen "ax" are we;

By Thine uplifting pow'r of life,

   From death we're 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!