Laden With His Love

May I be like a laden olive tree
Weighed down with virtue as that tree with fruit.
A weight of glory makes me here sin-free
When I am grafted onto Jesus’ root–

A vine that ever grows in heaven’s soil
And breathes out heaven’s air to all the earth
To sanctify our East of Eden toil
And bring us all with earth to our new birth.

From glory into glory we will grow
As love and peace and joy enlarge our hearts,
And from His Cross we eat His fruit and know
That He gives each of us a brand-new start.

May I be ever laden with His love,
His fruit that comes from Jesus raised above.