What Though No Flowers the Fig-tree Clothe
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Hymn 109 C.M. 1. What though no flowers the fig-tree clothe, Though vines their fruit deny, The labor of the olive fail. And fields no meat supply;— 2. Though from the fold, with glad surprise, My flock cut off I see; Though famine reign 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. God is the treasure of my soul, The source of lasting joy; A joy—which want shall not impair, Nor death itself destroy.