This is especially lovely. Anon. From an early 'Methodist' broadsheet, England, circa. 1730. I'm a sucker for Jane Siberry's version : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XYNNVLKuyJg.

JESUS CHRIST THE APPLE TREE

The tree of life my soul hath seen,
Laden with fruit, and always green,
The trees of nature fruitless be,
Compar'd with Christ the apple tree.

His beauty doth all things excel,
By faith I know, but ne'er can tell,
The glory which I now can see,
In Jesus Christ the apple tree.

For happiness I long have sought,
And pleasure I have dearly bought;
I missed of all but now I see
'Tis found in Christ the apple tree.

I'm wearied with my former toil,
Here I will sit and rest awhile;
Under the shadow I will be
Of Jesus Christ the apple tree.

With great delight I make my stay,
There's none shall fright my soul away,
Among the sons of men I see,
There's none like Christ the apple tree

I'll sit and eat this fruit divine,
It cheers my heart like spiritual wine.
And now this fruit is sweet to me,
That grows on Christ the apple tree.

This fruit doth make my soul to thrive,
It keeps my dying faith alive;
Which makes my soul in haste to be
With Jesus Christ the apple tree.