Though The Fig Tree Does Not Blossom
And There Be No Fruit On The Vines ,
The Produce Of The Olive Fails
And The Fields Yield No Food

Tho’ The Flock Be Cut Off From The Fold
And There Be No Herd In The Stalls
Yet Will I Rejoice In The Lord
Yet Will I Rejoice In The Lord
I Will Joy In The God Of My Salvation
God The Lord Is My Strength

Though The Way Be Long And Dreary
And There Be No Sight Of The End
My Energy Seems Spent In Vain
And My Strength Almost Fails

Even Tho’ Dark Shadow Blur My View
And I Struggle Hard To Proceed
Yet Will I Rejoice In The Lord
Yet Will I Rejoice In The Lord
I Will Joy In The God Of My Salvation
God The Lord Is My Strength