1 Come, let us join a joyful Tune,
To our exalted Lord,
Ye Saints on high around his Throne,
And we around his Board.

2 While once upon this lower Ground,
Weary and faint ye stood,
What dear Refreshments here ye found
From this immortal Food?

3 The Tree of Life, that near the Throne
In Heav'n's high Garden grows,
Laden with Grace, bends gently down
Its ever-smiling Boughs.

[4 Hov'ring amongst the Leaves, there stands
The sweet celestial Dove;
And Jesus on the Branches hangs
The Banner of his Love.]

[5 'Tis a young Heav'n of strange Delight,
While in his Shade we sit;
His Fruit is pleasing to the Sight,
And to the Taste as sweet.

6 New Life it spreads through dying Hearts,
And cheers the drooping Mind;
Vigour and Joy the Juice imparts,
Without a Sting behind.]

7 Now let the flaming Weapon stand,
And guard all Eden's Trees
There's ne'er a Plant in all that Land
That bears such Fruit as these.

8 Infinite Grace our Souls adore,
Whose wond'rous Hand has made
This living Branch of sov'reign Pow'r
To raise and heal the Dead.