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.