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. | | 85 When strength has failed within my heart, When human help is past, In Thine own bosom, Jesu, Lord, Grant me to rest at last. | |