Text:The Vine
Author:Toplady

XVIII. The Vine

1 Jesus, immutably the same,
Thou true and living vine,
Around thy all-supporting stem,
My feeble arms I twine.

2 Quicken'd by thee, and kept alive,
I flourish and bear fruit;
My life I from thy sap derive,
My vigour from thy root.

3 Grated in thee, by grace alone,
In growth I daily rise,
And rais'd on this foundation-stone,
My top shall reach the skies.

4 I can do nothing without thee;
My strength is wholly thine;
Wither'd and barren should I be,
If sever'd from the vine.

5 Upon my leaf, when parch'd with heat,
Refreshing dew shall drop;
The plant which thy right hand hath set,
Shall ne'er be rooted up.

5 Each moment water'd by thy care,
And fenc'd with power divine,
Fruit to eternal life shall bear
The feeblest branch of thine.

Text Information
First Line: Jesus, immutably the same
Title: The Vine
Author: Toplady
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1793
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Topic: Son
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