The Barren Fig-Tree

Verse 1

God of my life, to thee belong The grateful heart, the joyful song; Touched by thy love, each tuneful chord Resounds the goodness of the Lord.

Verse 2

Yet why, dear Lord, this tender care? Why doth thy hand so kindly rear A useless cumberer of the ground, On which so little fruit is found?

Verse 3

Still let the barren fig-tree stand, Upheld and fostered by thy hand; Its fruit and vendure yet shall be A grateful tribute, Lord, to thee.