Bearing Fruit

What depths of sin my heart has known

Pressed ever downward by His Law

While all-despairing bow my head

For I cannot for sin atone



The good I do is filthiness

For all in pride my good is done

And in my own sufficiency

For I am all unrighteousness



But when I flee from my vain strength

To bring my burden to His feet

The day grows bright; the birds are glad

When all my own resource is spent



He takes my sad, despairing heart

Into His great and gentle hands

He says "My grace alone will do--

And you must ne'er from Me depart"



Abide in Me to do the things

That I have given you to do

The branch bears fruit when it remains

Upon the vine-then life it brings