Our Father has planted a beautiful tree

Whose evergreen branches His children behold;

They walk eath its shade in the City above

Whose gates are of pearl and whose streets are of gold

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We may eat of the beautiful tree of life

That stands in the midst of the City so fair;

We may eat of its fruit and be healed with its leaves;

No hunger, no sickness, no sorrow is there

Beside the pure river of crystal it grows

And yieldeth its fruit every month, we are told;

Its leaves for the healing of nations designed

The nations who dwell in that City of gold

Refrain

The hand of the Savior will wipe every tear

And banish forever the darkness of night;

Sweet anthems eternal that region shall fill

The Lord is its glory, the Lord is its light

Refrain