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I Am the Vine

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jul 8, 1915

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 92, No. 34.

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I Am the Vine

By Mary Williams

MRS. MARY WILLIAMS
THOU art the vine,—the strong and sturdy vine, Whose loving tendrils round my heart entwine; Warmed by Thy genial, elevating ray, I rise to higher altitudes each day.
Thou art the vine. What would my efforts be, Without the strength that emanates from thee, This heart to rule—satanic hosts control, Surmount each obstacle, and reach the goal?
Thou art the vine. Sheltered and fed by thee, From early bloom to ripe maturity; So shall this life devoted to thy praise, Reflect thy image through the passing days.
Thou art the vine. In thee would I abide; So shall the Father's name be glorified, This heart's fair fruitage ever freely flow, In loving ministration here below.
Thou art the vine, and I the tender branch; Thus having constant growth and sure advance, I hope, some day, some glorious, blissful day, Rich, ripened fruit before thy feet to lay.