1 The Lord of earth and sky,
The God of ages praise!
Who reigns enthroned on high,
Ancient of endless days;
Who lengthens out our trial here,
And spares us yet another year.
2 Barren and withered trees,
We cumbered long the ground;
No fruit of holiness
On our dead souls was found;
Yet doth He us in mercy spare
Another and another year.
3 When justice gave the word
To cut the fig-tree down,
The pity of our Lord
Cried, "Let is still alone:"
The Father mild inclines His ear,
And spares us yet another year.
4 Jesus, Thy speaking blood
From God obtained the grace,
who therefore hath bestowed
On us a longer space:
Thou didst in our behalf appear,
And lo, we see another year!
5 Then dig about our root,
Break up our fallow ground,
And let our gracious fruit
To Thy great praise abound;
Oh let us all Thy praise declare,
And fruit unto perfection bear.
Source: The Book of Worship #386