Christ the Vine

1 Christ the vine, source of truth and life,

In the Father's garden sown.

We the branches in love are giv'n

All the nutrients to grow.

As disciples, your Word is home;

To this vine our faith connects,

Bearing fruit, bringing truth and grace,

To a world lost and distressed.

2 On the cross, Christ yielded to death;

In the tomb, his body laid.

Yet this seed buried in the ground

Sprung up to life in days.

Like a sprout breaking through the soil,

Shooting up from death, he lives!

To his life, we the branches

By grace are grafted in.

3 Christ our life, may we still abide

Under hardship of the shears.

Prune and shape to expand our faith,

Growing fuller with the years.

When assailed by uncertainties,

In this confidence, we rest:

You are good! Plant this truth in us.

In your Word we are refreshed.

4 As we're nurtured and tended

The awful storms begin.

These secure, rooted branches

Endure the wind and live,

For our faith is established

In the true and living vine.

Plant us deep when our faith is weak;

To your strength our faith will bind.

5 When our lives, in this earthly plot,

Are waning to their ends,

We continue to flourish;

Through faith we shall extend

Into joy spent eternally

With the source of our fruit

Clinging only to Jesus,

Bearing love, all doubts removed.