Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Trust in God under Earthly Privations

Trust in God Under Severe Earthly Privations.

Habakkuk iii. 17-18.

What though no flowers 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 foe;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.