The Tree of Death

The Saviour bore the tree of death,
To sacrifice his peerless life.

The Saviour bore the tree of death,
To sacrifice his peerless life.
On Calvary that tree bore him,
And so became the tree of life.

The Saviour stooped his body low,
To shoulder that accursed tree.
He sank beneath the weight and fell,
To lift to heav’n poor fallen me.

The heavy cross upon the road,
The weight of sin upon the tree,
My guilt, my pain, he bore it all,
From ev’ry weight to set me free.

O tree of death! O tree of life!
O tree of curse! O blessed tree!
Thou wast the tree of death to him.
Thou art the tree of life to me.

Glenn Conjurske