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Lyrics
The tree of life my soul hath
seen,
Laden with fruit, and always green
The trees of nature fruitless be
Compared to Christ the apple tree.
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 apple tree.
I’m weary with my former
toil,
Here I will sit and rest awhile;
Under the shadow I will be,
Of Jesus Christ the apple tree
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 apple tree.
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