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What though no flowers the fig tree clothe though




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?


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?


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.


He to my tardy feet shall lend
the swiftness of the roe;
Till, raised on high, I safely dwell
beyond the reach of woe.


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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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates:
      Bible Refs: Hab 3:17-18;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1853# 20
      1866# 951
      MUSIC
      Name: SAWLEY
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1860
        SCORE PREVIEW
        score
        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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