O God who planted Eden well
with trees both blest and cursed,
yet would not thwart our human will
when dazzled by the worst:
from all the futile, fruitless sins
we blame on age or youth,
entice our souls to taste and see
the goodness of your truth.
O Spirit known in wind and flame,
who kindled round a tree
and from its unburnt leaves breathed forth
with pow'r unnamed and free:
as there you charged that Moses stand
on holy ground unshod,
unsheathe our guarded hearts and minds
to feel and know our God.
O Christ, once hailed with boughs of palm,
soon fading to forlorn
betrayal in an olive grove
and mocking crown of thorn:
help us to trust that seeds of hope
root under weeds of strife,
as from the cross that wrought your death
has sprung our tree of life.
Eternal Triune God of grace,
bless us that we be made
like fruitful trees beside a stream
with leaves that never fade:
establish us with wisdom's roots,
our wayward growth remove,
and nourish us with faith and hope
to bear the fruit of love.
Alternate Tune: KINGSFOLD