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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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11 11 11 11 with refrain
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Dates:
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1875
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Bible Refs:
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Rev 22:2;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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THE TREE OF LIFE
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Meter:
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11 11 11 11 with refrain
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