The Dregs…

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 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.

 

For happiness I long had sought,

And pleasure dearly I had 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.

 

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.

 

by an unknown New England author, set to music by Elizabeth Poston