Jesus Christ the Apple Tree

Jesus Christ the Apple Tree ( "Jesus Christ, the apple tree"), also known as Christ the Apple Tree ("Christ the apple tree") or under the starting line The tree of life my soul hath seen ( " The tree of life my soul has seen ") is a poem by an unknown Neuengländers from the 18th century.

It was included in the collection Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs: for the use of Religious Assemblies and Private Christians, compiled by Joshua Smith, a Baptist lay preacher from New Hampshire.

It is now sung as a Christmas Carol ( Carol ). The text was set to music by a number of composers, including Jeremiah Ingalls (1764-1838) and Elizabeth Poston ( 1905-1987 ).

Text

The tree of life my soul hath seen, Shop with fruit, and always green; The trees of nature fruitless be, Compar'd with Christ the Appletree. 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 Appletree. For happiness I long have sought, And pleasure dearly I have bought; I miss'd of all; but now I see 'Tis found in Christ the Appletree. I'm weary'd with my former toil - Here I will sit and rest awhile, Under the shadow I will be, Of Jesus Christ the Appletree. 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 Appletree. I'll sit and eat this fruit divine, It cheers my heart like spirit'al wine; And now this fruit is sweet to me, That grows on Christ the Appletree. 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 Appletree.

The Tree of Life has seen my soul Laden with fruit, and always green; The trees of nature fruitless, Compared with Christ the apple tree. This beauty übertrefft all By faith I know, but can never talk about it, The glory which I now see, In Jesus Christ the apple tree. I 've been looking for Happiness, And joy I have purchased all my heart; From everything I've missed; but now I see I have found it, in Christ the apple tree. I'm tired of my former work Here I will sit and rest a while, Under the shadow I will be, Of Jesus Christ the apple tree. A great joy shall be my stay, There is no one who will scare my soul; Among the sons of men I see None like Christ, the apple tree. I'll sit and eat this fruit divine, It cheers my heart like spiritual wine; And now this fruit is sweet to me, This grows on Christ, the apple tree. This fruit can thrive my soul It keeps my dying faith alive; The can be my soul in a hurry With Jesus Christ the apple tree.