1.
Purge me, O Lord, that I more fruit may bear;
For if I suffer, glory then I’ll share
With Thee, my Savior, Gardener of my life.
Prune me and cleanse me, Lord, with Thy sharp knife.
For if I suffer, glory then I’ll share
With Thee, my Savior, Gardener of my life.
Prune me and cleanse me, Lord, with Thy sharp knife.
2.
May I become a branch that’s strong in Thee,
Steadfast in trials and tests Thou sendest me.
Thy tender hand at work, Lord, then I see,
Cleansing me deeply, more like Thee to be.
Steadfast in trials and tests Thou sendest me.
Thy tender hand at work, Lord, then I see,
Cleansing me deeply, more like Thee to be.
3.
As I receive Thy Word from day to day,
May it find root within my heart to stay.
And as I pluck each weed up from my ground,
Cause there a glorious virtue to abound.
May it find root within my heart to stay.
And as I pluck each weed up from my ground,
Cause there a glorious virtue to abound.