1 Lord, thou hast planted me a vine
In fertile soil and air:
Now tend and water me as thine,
And make me still thy care.
2 My Christ I'm wholly thine, direct
My goings, for I'm dark;
O may my constant aims be right!
Thine honor be my mark!
3 Shall Simon bear thy cross alone,
And other saints be free?
Each saint of thine shall find his own,
And there is One for me:
4 Whene'er it falls unto my lot,
Let it not frighten me;
Nor drive me from my gracious God,
But bring me home to thee.
5 O happy Christians, be not loth
To have a courser fare;
Saints that have had no tablecloth
Had Christ at dinner there.
6 To do or suffer I am pleased,
So long as Christ stands by;
Support me with thy constant aid,
Lest all thy graces die.
7 Thy way is to the upright strength;
Lord, make it so to me,
That never tiring with the length,
My soul may reach to thee.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791