| 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! |