And though the trees no longer grow,
and there’s no grape left on the vine,
Still I’ll rejoice in the Lord, I will sing unto my God.
And though the olive crop has failed,
and though the fields produce no food,
Still I will sing to my Jesus, I will sing unto my God.
The Sovereign Lord He is my strength.
He makes my feet like feet of deer.
He bids me go on heights. He leads me by still waters.
And so I sing to Him.
And though the trees no longer grow,
and there’s no grape left on the vine,
Still I’ll rejoice in the Lord, I will sing unto my God.
