It would not be well to pass from him without
including this little hymn, so simple in form, and
its thought so sunny:
The Tree of Life in barren soil
At length has taken root,
And bends its branches to the ground,
That all may taste its fruit.
Through wintry months of dark and cold,
The fruit is on it still;
Its leaves bring healing to the wounds
Of mind and heart and will.
If on this side the stream we find
The fruit of Christ so good,
It will be better, better far,
The other side the flood.
When strength has failed within my heart,
When human help is past,
In Thine own bosom, Jesu, Lord,
Grant me to rest at last.