1 | Thou hast said Thou art the Vine, Lord, |
| | And that Im a branch in Thee, |
| But I do not know the reason |
| | Thy I should so barren be. |
2 | Bearing fruit is my deep longing, |
| | More Thy life to manifest, |
| To Thy throne to bring more glory, |
| | That Thy will may be expressed. |
3 | But I fail to understand, Lord, |
| | What it means-abide in me |
| For the more I seek abiding, |
| | More I feel Im not in Thee. |
4 | How I feel Im not abiding; |
| | Though I pray and strongly will, |
| Yet from me Thou seemest distant |
| | And my life is barren still. |
5 | Yet Thou art the Vine, Thou saidst it. |
| | And I am a branch in Thee; |
| When I take Thee as my Savior. |
| | Then this fact is wrought in me. |
6 | Now Im in Thee and I need not |
| | Seek into Thyself to come, |
| For Im joined to Thee already, |
| | With Thy flesh and bones Im one. |
7 | Not to go in is the secret. |
| | But that Im already in! |
| That I neer may leave Id ask Thee. |
| | Not how I may get within. |
8 | I am in, already in Thee! |
| | What a place to which Im brought! |
| Theres no need for prayer or struggling, |
| | God Himself the work has wrought. |
9 | Since Im in, why ask to enter; |
| | O how ignorant Ive been! |
| Now with praise and much rejoicing |
| | For Thy Word, I dwell therein. |
10 | Now in Thee I rest completely, |
| | With myself I gladly part; |
| Thou art life and Thou art power, |
| | All in all to me Thou art. |