1. Though the fig tree shall not blossom
    And the vine shall bear no fruit,
    Though the labour of the olive fail,
    The fields shall yield no food;
    Though the flock be cut off from the fold,
    The stalls be void and cold;
    I will rejoice, I will rejoice.

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    I will rejoice in the Lord,
    He is my strength and song;
    I will rejoice in the Lord,
    He makes my weak hands strong;
    I will rejoice in my God,
    He’s Lord of all creation;
    I will joy in the God of my salvation.

2. Though my heart be cold and empty
    And my soul downcast within;
    Though my strength be lost, and sickness
    Eat away my bones and skin;
    Though my hands hang down, my spirit fail
    Within my frame so frail;
    I will rejoice, I will rejoice.

3. Though I stand alone on barren ground
    And all forsake my side;
    Though the only friends who understand
    Must far from me abide;
    Though the ones I loved, who shared my bread,
    From me have turned and fled;
    I will rejoice, I will rejoice.

4. For the Lord, He is my Saviour,
    Yes, the Lord, He is my stay;
    He will make my feet like hinds’ feet,
    O’er the dangers on the way;
    He will place my feet on higher ground;
    Then will this theme resound:
    “I will rejoice, I will rejoice.”