Though the fig tree shall not blos­som,
Neither fruit be in the vine:
Though in vain the ol­ive la­bors,
And the fruit­ful fields de­cline:

Refrain

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:

Refrain

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.

Refrain

Though my friends should not re­ceive Him,
Or through sin should prove un­true:
Though the wick­ed should en­tice me,
And should per­se­cute me, too:

Refrain