629. C. M. Burder's Coll. 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.
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