¶ The .xv. Chapter:
[ The texte,] I am the true vine, and my father is the husbande man. Euery braunche that bea∣reth no fruite in me, he will take awaye. And euery braunche that beareth fruite, he wyll pourge that it maie bring foorth more fruite.
TO thintent, saieth he, that ye maie vtterly vnderstand how cleane voyde of all perill ye be, yf ye wyll continue stil to be of my felowship, and what great daunger it is for you, yf ye fallyng from the couenaunte that I haue made with you, bee disseuered from me: remembre this that I am the true vyne, ye bee the braunches, and my father is the hous∣bandman. I am the roote or stocke of the vyne, ye are my membres as braunches sprong out of the stocke. My fa∣ther hath planted me, that is to saye, he hath begotten me. The stocke came foorth from hym, and ye out of the stocke. The thanke of the whole benefite redoundeth to my father, as the fountaine therof, whiche doth geue vnto you by me, and his spirite, whatsoeuer he geueth you. And the sappe of the stocke whiche geueth vnto the braunches both lyfe and strength to bring forth fruite, is the spirite that is common bothe to my father and to me. Lyke as the spirite knitteth me to my father, so doth it also ioyne you to me. There∣fore what braunche soeuer cleaueth to me, and liuyng by my spirite, bringeth forth fruite woorthy for the stocke, thesame shall my father purge, cuttyng a∣waye the superfluous desyres thereof, that it maye bring forth more plenteous and kindly fruite. But whoso cleaueth to me by ye profession of faith, and bring∣geth foorth no fruite of euangelicall charitie, my father shall cutte him of from the vyne, as a cumberous and vnprofitable membre. For that braunche which hath no fruite, but onely leaues, serueth to no purpose in the vyne.
[ The texte.] Nowe are ye cleane through the woordes whiche I haue spoken vnto you: byde in me, and I in you. As the braunche cannot beare fruite of it selfe excepte it bide in the vine: no more can ye excepte ye bide in me. I am the vine, ye are the braunches: he that abydeth in me and I in him, the same bringeth forth muche fruite. For without me can ye do nothing: if a man bide not in me, he is cast foorthe as a braunche, and is withered: and men gather them and caste them into the fier, and they burne. If ye byde in me, and my wordes abide in you, aske what ye will, and it shalbe doen for you. Herin is my father glorified, that ye beare muche fruite and becum my disciples.
Now already ye be braunches somewhat purged and made cleane through beleuyng my woorde: but yet ye muste hereafter bee more purged, that ye maye bring forth more plentye of fruit. At this tyme it is inough for you to bee graf∣ted in the stocke, from whence through fayth ye maye receyue life: laboure dily∣gently to abyde in me, & I will in lyke manner dwelle in you, so long as you de∣pende vpon me. For as the braunche if it be pulled of frō his vine, cannot it selfe bring foorth the fruite, because it taketh all his sap of the stocke: no more can ye bryng forth the fruite of any good worke, excepte ye cleaue to me by faythe and charitie: from whence muste come to you whatsoeuer furthereth to trewe and