The Hymn of Habakkuk

[Habakkuk 3:17-18 (NIV) Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior.]

The land is parched. There is no bill of fare,
The fig tree without bud, the empty vine,
The branches of the olive trees are bare,
No fruit to eat, no oil and no wine.
The shepherd’s watch is on an empty pen,
No cattle lowing, vacant is the stall,
No sacrifice to make for sinful men,
No offerings to give to God at all.
And yet it is of worser times no sign
For all my hope rests in His promise given
Upon His Word let all the faithful dine.
We’ll feast anew someday with Him in heaven.
I’ll sing aloud His mercies and applaud
The joy of my Salvation and my God.

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