Though the blossom does not bloom
And though the fields produce no food
A song I will sing to Jesus my King
When the wine has all run dry
And there’s no fruit upon the vine
In You I rejoice I lift up my voice
When my faith in You is fading out of view
I’m holding on, I’m holding on
I’m holding on to You
In sorrow and in suffering in trials
And through tragedy
To Jesus I cling You’re my everything
In weakness and adversity sufficient
Is Your grace for me
In You I will trust as You lift me up
When my faith in You is fading out of view
For when I’m weak then I am strong
You’re all I need to carry on
I will not fear for You are here O Lord
Martyn Layzell