Christ, the true, the heavenly Vine,

If Thy grace hath made us Thine,

Branches of a poison’d root,

Fallen Adam’s evil fruit;

If we now transplanted are,

If we of Thy nature share,

Hear us, Lord, and let us be

Fully grafted into Thee.

Still may we continue thus,

We in Thee, and Thou in us;

Let us fresh supplies receive,

From Thee, in Thee ever live,

Share the fatness of the root,

Blossom, bud, and bring forth fruit,

With immortal vigour rise,

Towering till we reach the skies.

Christ, to all believers known,

Living, precious Corner-stone,—

Christ, by mortals disallow’d,

Chosen and esteem’d of God,—

Lively stones, we come to Thee;

Built together let us be;

Saved by grace through faith alone:

Faith it is that makes us one.

Other ground can no man lay,

Jesus takes our sins away!

Jesus the Foundation is:

This shall stand, and only this:

Fitly framed in Him we are,

All the building rises fair;

Let it to a temple rise,

Worthy Him who fills the skies.

Husband of Thy church below,

Christ, if Thee our Lord we know,

Unto Thee, betrothed in love,

Always faithful let us prove;

Never rob Thee of our heart,

Never give the creature part:

Only Thou possess the whole;

Take our body, spirit, soul.

Steadfast let us cleave to Thee;

Love the mystic union be;

Union to the world unknown!

Join’d to God, in spirit one.

Wait we till the Spouse shall come,

Till the Lamb shall take us home,

For His heaven the bride prepare,

Solemnize our nuptials there.