We are made his table-companions, for we sit at the Communion feast, and there are no secrets between us, for he tells us all that is in his heart. This is love indeed, which lifts poor worms of the dust into friendship with “the Prince of the kings of the earth.”
Quicken’d by thee, and kept alive,
I flourish and bear fruit;
My life I from thy sap derive,
My vigour from thy root.
I can do nothing without thee;
My strength is wholly thine:
Wither’d and barren should I be,
If sever’d from the vine.
Come just as ye are, for Jesus invites
Poor sinners to share substantial delights:
Ye weary and burden’d who happy would be,
And wish to be pardon’d, come listen to me.
The ear of your heart If you will incline
To you I’ll impart my fulness divine,
Your souls by my Spirit made meet for the sky,
The life shall inherit which never shall die.