1 

Thou hast said Thou art the Vine, Lord,

   And that I'm a branch in Thee,

But I do not know the reason

   Why I should so barren be.

 2 

Bearing fruit is my deep longing,

   More Thy life to manifest,

To Thy throne to bring more glory,

   That Thy will may be expressed.

 3 

But I fail to understand, Lord,

   What it means — "abide in me"

For the more I seek "abiding,"

   More I feel I'm not in Thee.

 4 

How I feel I'm not abiding;

   Though I pray and strongly will,

Yet from me Thou seemest distant

   And my life is barren still.

 5 

Yet Thou art the Vine, Thou saidst it,

   And I am a branch in Thee;

When I take Thee as my Savior,

   Then this fact is wrought in me.

 6 

Now I'm in Thee and I need not

   Seek into Thyself to come,

For I'm joined to Thee already,

   With Thy flesh and bones I'm one.

 7 

Not to "go in" is the secret,

   But that I'm "already in"!

That I ne'er may leave I'd ask Thee,

   Not how I may get within.

 8 

I am in, already in Thee!

   What a place to which I'm brought!

There's no need for prayer or struggling,

   God Himself the work has wrought.

 9 

Since I'm in, why ask to enter;

   O how ignorant I've been!

Now with praise and much rejoicing

   For Thy Word, I dwell therein.

 10 

Now in Thee I rest completely,

   With myself I gladly part;

Thou art life and Thou art power,

   All in all to me Thou art.