It would not be well to pass from him without
including this little hymn, so simple in form, and
its thought so sunny:
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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.
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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.
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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.
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When strength has failed within my heart,
When human help is past,
In Thine own bosom, Jesu, Lord,
Grant me to rest at last.
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