My Beloved had a vineyard on a very fertile hill
He worked to clear the stones away
The land was good to till.
He built a winepress in its midst
and planted it with vines.
He looked for it to yield good grapes
that He might drink the wine.

But as the fruit matured He saw
how wild the grapes became.
And though He loved and cared for them
the vines would not be tamed.
While children of Jerusalem
did not a harvest yield,
What more could my Beloved do
to tend His wasted field?

The keeper of the vineyard
The Lord of Hosts is He.
The people are His vineyard,
Oh, tell me, can't you see
that He was seeking righteousness
and justice for His wine.
Instead he found iniquity
hanging from the vine.

For you who seek the Lord today,
the lesson still holds true.
For what He sought of Israel
He still requires of you.
So walk with Him in righteousness
and be a fruitful vine.
And press your life into His hand
that He might drink
the Wine.