What Though No Flowers the Fig-tree Clothe

Lyrics

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Lyrics from A Collection of Sacred Hymns, for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, 1841

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.