Lyrics:

Behold the Maker of the heavens and the earth
Who calls the rain to fall, who bids the garden grow
Tender like a father, he cultivates and mends
He grafts the tender shoot where living waters flow
Oh, to be rooted here within the vine, where in every season you provide
in comfort, joy, or pain, may I abide in all your ways
Behold the shoot of Jesse, born from the withered tree
there from his branch he yields new fruit upon the vine
Then in the crushing see his blood poured out in love
He drank the bitter cup, that we might taste the wine
Oh, to be rooted here within the vine, where in every season you provide
in comfort, joy, or pain, may I abide in all your ways
In the cold and bitter season, in these harsh and pressing times,
when I cannot find a reason, hold me close within your vine.
When the pruning feels like dying, when my tears have left me dry,
in Your care I leave my longing. Rooted here, I find new life
Oh, to be rooted here within the vine, where in every season you provide
in comfort, joy, or pain, may I abide in all your ways


lyrics and music by Chelsea Hamshaw