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LORD, in Thee we taste the sweetness
Of the Tree of Life above;
Taste its own eternal meetness
For the heav'nly land we love.
In eternal counsels purposed,
Food of heavn'ly life to be;
Fresh and ever new are yielded
Fruits of life on that blest Tree.
Varied fruits of richest flavour
Offers still the Tree divine;
One itself, the same for ever,
Every precious fruit is Thine;
Fruits that now our souls have tasted
By the Spirit from above,
While through desert lands we've hasted;
Fruits of perfect, endless love.

J.N. Darby

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