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.