John 15:5: Without Me ye can do nothing

Join'd no longer to the tree,
I nothing good can do,
broken off, O Christ, from Thee,
Can nothing ill eschew,
Sever'd now through unbelief
The double impotence I feel,
Overwhelm'd with sin and grief,
And sinking into hell.

Pity, Lord, Thy creature's pain
And challenging for Thine,
Graft me in on Thee again,
The true immortal Vine:
Graft me in to part no more
Till love's maturest fruit I bear,
Then I reach the heavenly shore,
And bloom eternal there.