Of that branch in ancient garden,
did thy Father make thy tree,
on that tree with thee uplifted,
let us triumph, Lord, with thee.
On that tree with thee uplifted,
let us triumph, Lord, with thee.
By thy words on road to passion,
Words that set thy children free,
Thou the Vine and we the branches,
let us triumph, Lord, with thee.
Thou the Vine and we the branches,
let us triumph, Lord, with thee.
To thy Father be all glory,
Equal glory, Lord, to thee,
By Spirit’s equal glory,
let us triumph, Lord, with thee.
By Spirit’s equal glory
let us triumph, Lord, with thee.