Though the Fig Tree Shall Not Blossom

Though the fig tree shall not blos­som

Neither fruit be in the vine:

Though in vain the ol­ive la­bors

And the fruit­ful fields de­cline:

I will re­joice in the Lord

my Re­deem­er

Joyful I’ll trust Him

for He will pro­vide

Giving me all that I need for my jour­ney;

I will not fear

for He walks by my side.

Though no flocks are in the sheep­fold

Neither cat­tle in the stalls:

Though the earth is filled with fam­ine

And no rain from Heav­en falls:

Though my path lies through the val­ley

Of the sha­dows

He is near

For His rod and staff they com­fort

And no ev­il I shall fear.

Though my friends should not re­ceive Him

Or through sin should prove un­true:

Though the wick­ed should en­tice me

And should per­se­cute me

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