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Text: | The Barren Fig-Tree |
1 God of my life, to thee belong
The thankful heart, the grateful song;
Touch'd by thy love, each tuneful chord
Resounds the goodness of the Lord.
2 Thou hast preserv'd my fleeting breath,
And chas'd the gloomy shades of death;
The venom'd arrows vainly fly,
When God our great deliverer's nigh.
3 Yet why, dear Lord, this tender care?
Why does thy hand so kindly rear
A useless cumberer of the ground,
On which no pleasant fruits are found?
4 Still may the barren fig-tree stand!
And cultivated by thy hand,
Verdure, and bloom and fruit afford,
Meet tribute to its bounteous Lord.
5 So shall thy praise employ my breath
Thro' life, and in the arms of death
My soul the pleasant theme prolong,
Then rise to aid th' angelic song.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | God of my life, to thee belong |
Title: | The Barren Fig-Tree |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Topic: | Times and Seasons: New Year's Day; Barren fig-tree; Complaint: Of unfruitfulness |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Author: S— |