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C. Chandler, A Handful of Flowers for a Christian,
London, England, 1786
1. The tree of life, my soul hath seen,
Laden with fruit, and always green
The trees of nature fruitless be,
Compared with Christ the apple tree,
2. His beauties doth all things excel,
By faith I know, but ne'er can tell
The glory which I now can see,
In Jesus Christ, the apple tree.
3. For happiness I long have sought,
By pleasures I have dearly bought;
I missed of all! but now I see
'Tis found in Christ, the apple tree.
4 I'm wearied with my former toil,
But here I'll sit and rest awhile,
Under the shadow I will be,
Of Jesus Christ, the apple tree.
5. With great delight I'll make my stay,
There's none shall fright my soul away;
Amongst the sons of men I see
There's none like Christ the apple tree.
6. I'll sit and eat this fruit divine,
It cheers my heart like sprightly wine;
Oh! now this fruit is sweet to me,
That grows on Christ, the apple tree.
7. 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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Joshua Smith and Samuel Sleeper, Divine Hymns or
Spiritual Songs, Portsmouth, New Hampshire, 1794
1. The tree of life, my soul hath seen,
Laden with fruit, and always green
The trees of nature fruitless be,
Compared with Christ the apple tree,
2. This beauty doth all things excel,
By faith I know, but ne'er can tell
The glory which I now can see,
In Jesus Christ the apple tree.
3. For happiness I long have sought,
And pleasure dearly have I bought;
I missed of all, but now I see
'Tis found in Christ the apple tree.
4 I'm wearied with my former toil–
Here I will sit and rest awhile,
Under the shadow I will be,
Of Jesus Christ the apple tree.
5. With great delight I'll make my stay,
There's none shall fright my soul away;
Among the sons of men I see
There's none like Christ the apple tree.
6. I'll sit and eat this fruit divine,
It cheers my heart like spiritual wine;
And now this fruit is sweet to me,
That grows on Christ the apple tree.
7. 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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Jeremiah Ingalls, Christian Harmony,
1805
1. The tree of life, my soul hath seen,
Laden with fruit, and always green
The trees of nature fruitless be,
Compared with Christ the apple tree,
2. This beauty doth all things excel,
By faith I know, but ne'er can tell
The glory which I now can see,
In Jesus Christ the apple tree.
3. For happiness I long have sought,
And pleasure dearly have I bought;
I missed of all, but now I see
'Tis found in Christ the apple tree.
4 I'm wearied with my former toil,
Here I will set and rest awhile,
Under the shadow I will be,
Of Jesus Christ the apple tree.
5. With great delight I'll make my stay,
There's none shall fright my soul away;
Among the sons of men I see
There's none like Christ the apple tree.
6. I'll sit and eat this fruit divine,
It cheers my heart like spiritual wine;
And now this fruit is sweet to me,
That grows on Christ the apple tree.
7. 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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