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!