Jesus, Thou art ever lovely,
Thou the true and beauteous Vine!
Unto Thee my soul’s affections
Ever seek to turn and twine.
Ev’ry day, Lord, I pray,
May I closer grow to Thee;
As the branch to the vine,
May the blessed union be.
As the branch cannot be fruitful,
Severed from the living vine,
So my life is dead and worthless
If it be not one with Thine.
If there be this sacred nearness,
Then the springing life will glow;
Then the love will warm and ripen,
And the fruitful clusters grow.
M.W. Snodgrass/T.M. Towne