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