Stoop to thy lowly temple down,
Bring all these graces in thy train!
“This is thy day of bounty, Lord!
I ask no small, no stinted boon,
But showers, rich showers of blessing, poured
On me, though worthless and alone.
“If the weak tendril round thee twine,
It ne’er is hidden from thine eye:
I cling to thee, life-giving Vine,
Strength, verdure, fruitfulness supply!”