My husband discovered a hymn in our church hymnal, and it has certainly been new to us. But oh! the words! Oh! the beautiful music!
This hymn comes from “The Plymouth Collection.” This hymnal was issued in 1855, by Henry Ward Beecher, first pastor of the Plymouth Church of the Pilgrims in Brooklyn, New York.
The words of this song are very rich, and I hope that I never forget them.
“Thou True Vine, That Heals the Nations”
Thou true Vine, that heals the nations,
Tree of life, thy branches we.
They who leave thee fade and wither,
none bear fruit except in thee.
Cleanse us, make us sane and simple,
till we merge our lives in thine,
gain ourselves in thee, the Vintage,
give ourselves through thee, the Vine.
Nothing can we do without thee;
on thy life depends each one.
If we keep thy words and love thee,
all we ask for shall be done.
May we, loving one another,
radiant in thy light abide;
so through us, made fruitful by thee,
shall our God be glorified.