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 heaven's high garden grows, Laden with grace, bends gently down Its ever-smiling boughs.
4 [Hovering amongst the leaves there stands The sweet celestial Dove, And Jesus on the branches hangs The banner of his love.]
5 ['Tis a young heaven 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 thro' 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 fruits as these.
8 Infinite grace our souls adore, Whose wondrous hand has made This living branch of sovereign power To raise and heal the dead.