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!