THOUGH THE FRUIT TREE DOESN’T BLOSSOM
Though no ripened grapes appear
When the harvest fails and fields provide no food
I’ll be joyful in my Saviour
The Lord who is my strength
He will keep my ways and lead me in His truth
Yet will I praise him, I will lift my hands to my Redeemer
Yet will I praise him, my Creator and my Lord
Yet will I praise him, I will put my trust in my Provider
Yet will I praise him, my Saviour and my God
When the night is overwhelming
And the day is far from clear
When my heart is restless for the peace of God
Let your word Lord, through the ages
Be the word that now I hear
Come remind me once again to trust you Lord
Be the strength Lord in my weakness
Let your song be in my night
Be my rock when all around is sinking sand
Be the light Lord in the darkness
Be the vision of my eyes
In my passing days you are the great ‘I AM’
Yes I will praise you; I will lift my hands to my Redeemer
Yes I will praise you, my Creator and my Lord
Yes I will praise you; I will put my trust in my Provider
Lord I will praise you, my Saviour and my God
Geraldine Latty