I In My Saviour's Vine

I in my Saviour's vine,
Nourished and blest;
Leaves a-blossoming, fine,
Fruits manifest.

In whom else shall I abide,
And such ripping fruits bear?
Tales of woe betide
If I from Him tear.

I in my Saviour's vine
Such heavenly arms rest
Trimming my branching spine
A true Husbandman best

In whom else shall I abide,
And such ripping fruits bear?
There's no life outside;
I dare not from Him tear.