Although the fig tree shall not blossom
And there'll be no grapes on the vine
And although the Olive crop may fail
And the corn fields produce no food
And although there may be no sheep
Left in the pen
And there be no herd in the stalls

Yet I will rejoice in the Lord
I will rejoice in God my Saviour
The Sovereign Lord, my God is my strength
He makes my feet like those of a dear
He will help me to walk
Steadfastly on the heights

That's why I will be joyful in my Lord
Why I'll rejoice in God my Saviour

For the music leader
With sounding strings