“The same bringeth forth much fruit.” John 15. 5
A. M. Toplady C.M.
1
Jesus, immutably the same,
Thou true and living Vine!
Around thy all-supporting stem,
My feeble arms I’d twine.
2
I can do nothing without thee;
My strength is wholly thine;
Withered and barren should I be,
If severed from the Vine.
3
Quickened by thee, and kept alive,
I’d flourish and bear fruit;
My life I’d from thy sap derive,
My vigour from thy root.
4
Each moment watered by thy care,
And fenced with power divine;
Fruit to eternal life would bear,
The feeblest branch of thine.
