Lord, Thy answer I did hear,
and I grew therewith afear’d.
When the times at fullest are,
Let Thy Work be then declar’d.
When the time, Lord, full doth grow,
then in anger, mercy show.
Though the fig-tree blossom not,
and the vine no cluster yield;
though the olive labour fails
nor the meat be in the field;
when cut off the flock from fold
and no herd found in the stalls;
Yet will I in Him rejoice
God of my salvation,
joy in Him, my Lord and God,
for the Lord God is my strength:
He will make my feet like hinds’
and to walk safe on the heights.
