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Habakkuk 3
17 Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
18 Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
(8,6,8,6)
What though no flow’rs the fig-tree clothe,
though vines their fruit deny,
The labour of the olive fail,
and fields no meat supply?
Though from the fold, with sad surprise,
my flock cut off I see;
Though famine pine in empty stalls,
where herds were wont to be?
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.
He to my tardy feet shall lend
the swiftness of the roe;
Till, raised on high, I safely dwell
beyond the reach of woe.
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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