A Hymn of Faith

Though the fig tree may not blossom

Nor fruit be on the vine

Though the labor of the olive may fail

And fields yield no food

Though the flock may be cut off from the fold

And there be no heard in the stall

Yet, I will rejoice in the Lord

I will joy in the God of my salvation

Yet, I will rejoice

Though the fig tree may not blossom

Nor fruit be on the vine

Though the labor of the olive may fail

And fields yield no food

Though the flock may be cut off from the fold

And there be no herd in the stalls

Yet, I will rejoice in the Lord

I will joy in the God of my salvation

Yet, I will rejoice

The Lord God is my strength

He will make my feet like the deer's feet

And He will make me walk on my high hills

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Ka whakamanamana ki te Atua o tōku whakaoranga

Otia ka koa ahau