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