To be sung to the tune of, “O Thou in Whose Presence”

 

Behold, in the field how the tree gives its light,                     (1 Ne. 8:9-10)

And bears fruit in every month;                                              (Rev. 22:2)

The beauty thereof is a joy to the sight,                                  (1 Ne. 11:8)

And represents God’s gift of love.                                         (1 Ne. 11:21-22)

 

He planted it there in the midst of the garden,                       (Gen. 2:9)

And bids all to come and partake;                                          (1 Ne. 8:15)

He offers it to all whose souls would be pardoned                (Isa. 55:7)

Through His grace and for His name’s sake.                          (Matt. 19:29)

 

What folly would cause one such love to refuse                    (Hel. 7:16-17)

The fruit that’s most white, sweet, and pure?                                    (Alma 32:42)

‘Tween  mis’ry and joy is each man left to choose,                (2 Ne. 2:27)

And which he is wont to endure.                                           (Mos. 2:38-41)

 

The fruit that’s most precious, desir’ble, and sweet,              (1 Ne. 8:11-12)

Is free to the taker thereof;                                                     (2 Ne. 9:50)

To him that o’ercometh will He give to eat,                           (Rev. 2:7)

The fruit of the Lord’s tree of life.                                         (Alma 32:41, 43)

 

To him that o’ercometh will He give to eat

The fruit of the Lord’s tree of life.

 

 

 

 

O, THOU IN WHOSE PRESENCE

 

O, Thou in whose presence my soul takes delight                  12,

On Whom in affliction I go;                                                      8

My shadow by day, and my song in the night,                       12

My hope, my salvation, my all.                                                 8

 

Oh, why should I wander an alien from Thee,                        12

Or cry in the desert for bread;                                                   8

My foes shall rejoice when my sorrows they see,                   12

And smile at the tears I have shed.                                            8

 

Where dost thou dear shepherd resort with thy sheep,            11

To feed in the pastures above?                                                  8

Save why in the valley of death should I weep,                      12

Or lone in the wilderness rove?                                                 8

 

He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,                        12

And myriads wait for His word;                                               8

He speaks, and eternity fills with His voice,                           12

Reechoes the praise of the Lord.                                               8