1 Lord, thou hast planted me a Vine
In fertile Soil and Air:
Now tend and water me as thine,
And make me still thy Care.

2 My Christ I'm wholly thine, direct
My Goings, for I'm dark;
O may my constant Aims be right!
Thine Honour be my mark!

3 Shall Simon bear thy Cross alone,
And other Saints be free?
Each Saint of thine shall find his Own,
And there is One for me:

4 Whene'er it falls unto my Lot,
Let it not frighten me;
Nor drive me from my gracious GOD,
But bring me home to thee.

5 O happy Christians, be not loth
To have a courser Fare;
Saints that have had no Table-Cloth
Had Christ at Dinner there.

6 To do or suffer I am pleas'd,
So long as Christ stands by;
Support me with thy constant Aid,
Lest all thy Graces die.

7 Thy Way is to the Upright Strength;
Lord, make it so to me,
That never tiring with the Length,
My soul may reach to thee.