Jesus, true and living vine,
Unite my soul to thee;
Oh! let my barren, withered heart,
A fruitful scion be.
Too long, alas! my guilty soul
A fruitless branch has been;
Fit fuel for the eternal fire,
The slave of lust and sin.
Oh! may I now, through sovereign grace,
This blessed union know,
From where all peace and pardon too,
And endless glories grow.
Grafted by faith, my joyful heart
Shall be forever thine;
While clustering fruits of heavenly growth
Will prove the work divine.
Come, Holy Spirit, you Lord of life,
Make all these blessings mine;
Make me a fruitful living branch
In Christ, the living vine.