Egone.

VINE.

Return, we beseech thee, O God of hosts: look down from heaven, and behold and visit this vine;

And the vineyard which thy right hand hath planted, and the branch that thou madest so strong for thyself.—Psalm lxxx. 14, 15.

I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman.—John, xv. 1.

Thanks to Thy sovereign grace, O God, if I

Am graffed in that true vine a living shoot,

Whose arms embrace the world, and in whose root,

Planted by faith, our life must hidden lie.