Abide with Me (Perkins)

I am the vine

ye are the branch­es

The Mas­ter’s voice fell low

Upon the ears of His dis­ci­ples

That night so long ago.

Forever

for­ev­er…

My Sav­ior

abide with me!

Forever

for­ev­er…

My Sav­ior

abide with me!

He that in Me abid­eth ev­er

So ran the Mas­ter’s word;

Shall bring forth fruit un­to the har­vest

And great is his re­ward.

He that abid­eth not is wi­thered

Cast out that branch shall be;

For with­out Me ye can do no­thing

O soul

abide in Me.

So shall ye be My own dis­ci­ples

My life shall dwell in you;

And what­so­ev­er ye shall ask Me

That will I sure­ly do.