939    C.M.     Augustus Toplady
“The same bringeth forth much fruit.” John 15. 5

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.