What Though no Flowers the Fig Tree Clothe

Verse 1

What though no flow’rs the fig-tree clothe, though vines their fruit deny, the labour of the olive fail, and fields no meat supply?

Verse 2

Though from the fold, with sad surprise, my flock cut off I see; though famine pine in empty stalls, where herds were wont to be?

Verse 3

Yet in the Lord will I be glad, and glory in his love; in him I’ll joy, who will the God of my salvation prove.

Verse 4

He to my tardy feet shall lend the swiftness of the roe; till, rais'd on high, I safely dwell beyond the reach of woe.

Verse 5

God is the treasure of my soul, the source of lasting joy; a joy which want shall not impair, nor death itself destroy.