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.

His beauty, his 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, 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 a while: 
under the shadow I will be, 
of Jesus Christ the apple tree, 
of Jesus Christ the apple tree, apple tree, 
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. 
With Jesus Christ the apple tree, 
with Jesus Christ the apple tree, the apple tree.

Words: Anon
Music: Colin Mawby