Scripture Verse

In the midst of the street…and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. Revelation 22:2

Introduction

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Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, in Bright­est and Best, by Ro­bert Low­ry & W. How­ard Doane (New York: Big­low & Main, 1875), num­ber 4.

Music: Ches­ter G. All­en (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of All­en (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Lyrics

Our Fath­er has plant­ed a beau­ti­ful tree,
Whose ev­er­green branch­es His child­ren be­hold;
They walk ’neath its shade in the ci­ty above,
Whose gates are of pearl
And whose streets are of gold.

Refrain

We may eat of the beau­ti­ful tree of life,
That stands in the midst of the ci­ty so fair;
We may eat of its fruit
And be healed with its leaves;
No hun­ger, no sick­ness,
No sor­row is there.

Beside the pure ri­ver of crys­tal it grows,
And yield­eth its fruit ev­ery month, we are told;
Its leaves for the heal­ing of na­tions de­signed,
The na­tions who dwell
In that ci­ty of gold.

Refrain

The hand of the Sav­ior will wipe ev­ery tear,
And ban­ish for­ev­er the dark­ness of night;
Sweet an­thems eter­nal that re­gion shall fill,
The Lord is its glo­ry,
The Lord is its light.

Refrain