Schola Cantorum

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 Appletree.

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 Appletree.

I'm weary with my former toil -
 Here I will sit and rest awhile,
 Under the shadow I will be,
 Of Jesus 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.

Words, compiled by Joshua Smith
Music, Malcolm Archer