Text: | Vine and the branches |
Author: | Toplady |
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 vigor from thy root.
3 I can do nothing without thee;
My strength is wholly thine;
Wither'd and barren should I be,
If sever'd from the vine.
4 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.
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First Line: | Jesus, immutably the same |
Title: | Vine and the branches |
Author: | Toplady |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Characters and Representations of Christ: Vine; Christ: Vine |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |