The Sons of GOD, Singing among The Trees of GOD; Full of Sap, and of Songs before Him

A Barren Tree! O, Why, My Lord, This Cumberer of the Ground; Why has it not yet heard the Word, The Just Word, Cut it down!

'Tis owing, O my SAVIOUR, to Thy Intercession still, That I am sav'd and standing so, And not thrown down to Hell.

But from this Time, Oh, let me be A Tree of Righteousness: Fill'd with the Fruits of it; A Tree Which thou wilt own and Bless.

A Tree planted and prun'd by GOD; Fix'd by His Water-side: The Fruits thereof Rich, Sweet, and Good; And Thou thence Glorified.

From the Forbidden Tree I am, How Poison'd and Undone! From thence, how dismal Mischiefs came, And Deaths, in which I groan!

But, O my SAVIOUR, By thy Death Upon a Tree, thou art The Tree of Life, to which my Faith Flies with a Joyful Heart.

On Thee, O Tree of Life, I must Rejoicing Feed and Live; Thou'lt me, when fell'd and laid in Dust, A Resurrection give.

Yea, When below to Mortal Eyes I must no more appear, Transplanted to thy Paradise, I shall still flourish there.