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?
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?
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.
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.
5 God is the treasure of my soul,
the source of lasting joy;
a joy which want shall not impair,
nor death itself destroy.
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First Line: | What though no flow'rs the fig-tree clothe |
Meter: | CM |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 2004 |
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Tune Information | |
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Name: | HUDDERSFIELD |
Composer: | Martin Madan, 1726-1790 |
Meter: | CM |
Key: | F Major |