VINES form a cool, refreshing shade,
And grapes are fine and fair,
Hanging in purple clusters—O,
They look so rich and rare!
Our Saviour saith, "I am a vine,
My branches shall ye be;
I will abide with you in love,
If ye abide in me."

WOLVES are both fierce and cruel beasts,
And feed on little lambs,
If they perchance do stray away
From the kind shepherd's hands.
We are the lambs of Jesus' fold;
O, may we never stray
From our good Shepherd, lest we lose
The straight and narrow way.

XEBECS are ships with three small masts,
And light and fast they sail,
But cannot stand a boisterous storm,
Or weather a rude gale.
This life is like a wide-spread sea;
And, guided by the hand
Of Him who made us, we sail on
To reach a heavenly land.