A Hymn of Faith

¹⁷ Though the fig tree may not blossom,Nor fruit be on the vines;Though the labor of the olive may fail,And the fields yield no food;Though the flock may be cut off from the fold,And there be no herd in the stalls—¹⁸ Yet I will rejoice in the Lord,I will joy in the God of my salvation.

¹⁹ The Lord God^[a] is my strength;He will make my feet like deer’s feet,And He will make me walk on my high hills.

To the Chief Musician. With my stringed instruments.