He is the vine, He is the life,
There is a boundless flow.
On infinite love that calls to me,
His wondrous grace to know.He is the vine, I can depend
on Him to hold me fast.
I try so hard myself to stay,
My strength shall never last.
He is the vine, Himself He gives--
His riches too, full and free.
To His bosom with open arms
Is His welcome to me.He is the vine, Oh blessed thought,
Grafted to His wounded side.
His strong love ever holds me fast
In Him I do abide.– Ken Peters