Should the rising whirlwinds tear

Verse 1

Should the rising whirlwinds tear From its stem the rip'ning ear; Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot Drop her green untimely fruit:

Verse 2

Should the vine put forth no more, Nor the olive yield her store; Thought the sick'ning flocks should fall, And the herds desert the stall:

Verse 3

Should God's alter'd hand restrain The early and the latter rain; Blast each opening bud of joy, And the rising year destroy:

Verse 4

Yet to God my soul should raise Grateful vows, and solemn praise; And, when ev'ry blessings flown, Love him--for himself alone.