To the Tree of LIfe that Heaven adorns;
From the star to the Star of my Saviour's Love,
That grandly shone in a crown of thorns.
Oh, Star of Love, thy beams shall guide
Me through the shadows of earth and sin,
Till Heaven's gate shall open wide
To let thy weary follower in.
I note the onward march of time
By the Negro's songs and the lightwood's glare,
And know I'm nearing the happy clime