1 Jesus, the Grace reveal'd,
The great Salvation shewn,
The Sum of Love's Decrees unseal'd,
The Plant of great Renown.

2 Rais'd by the Father's Grace,
The Plant of his right Hand,
To represent before his Face,
The Souls from ev'ry Land.

3 Plant of the Father's Care,
On whom his Love did shine;
The Branches in him hidden were,
'Till he grew to a Vine.

4 The eternal Husbandman,
To make the Branches pure,
In Wisdom infinite began
Our Barrenness to cure.

5 He then this Vine did dress,
Whilst Love his Hand did urge,
That ev'ry Branch in Righteousness
He in one Vine might purge.

6 From each superfl'ous Shoot,
The Buds of Man's Offence;
This to destroy he purg'd the Root,
And in it ev'ry Branch.

7 With Bruises was he drest,
And nail'd up to a Tree;
The pruning Hook his Soul opprest,
That he might fruitful be.

8 He was not purg'd in vain,
but did his Strength recruit;
And when was finish'd all his Pain,
There then appear'd his Fruit.

9 Distill'd from all his Smart
The holy Unction ran;
This is the Wine that chears the Heart,
The Heart of GOD and Man.

10 With us he doth abound,
As Branches, he the Stem;
From him our Fruitfulness is found,
And shall remain in him.

11 Hence shall our Joys arise,
And ev'ry Hour improve,
Whilst, in his smoaking Sacrifice,
GOD hears our Songs above.