A Selection of Hymns ‎#DXI

DXI. 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

• 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: Author: S—

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