Rejoicing in Adversity.
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 sad 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.