51. GOD MAN'S ALL-SUFFICIENT GOOD.(notes)Although no blossom'd fig tree deck the field,Nor fruit hangs clust'ring on the joyful vine,To give, when press'd, the spirit-cheering wine,Nor cultur'd ground the needful food doth yield;Although the flocks the fold no longer shield,Nor sheep and goats from rav'nous wolves confine;Although no grazing herds, as once, are mine,And all my gold to robbers is reveal'd;Yet in Jehovah will my soul rejoice,The God of my salvation; songs shall riseTo him, whose favor is my treasur'd gold.His bounty forces on my better choiceThe ever-gladd'ning fruits of paradise,And heav'n's unmeasur'd good, and joys untold.
51. GOD MAN'S ALL-SUFFICIENT GOOD.(notes)
Although no blossom'd fig tree deck the field,Nor fruit hangs clust'ring on the joyful vine,To give, when press'd, the spirit-cheering wine,Nor cultur'd ground the needful food doth yield;Although the flocks the fold no longer shield,Nor sheep and goats from rav'nous wolves confine;Although no grazing herds, as once, are mine,And all my gold to robbers is reveal'd;Yet in Jehovah will my soul rejoice,The God of my salvation; songs shall riseTo him, whose favor is my treasur'd gold.His bounty forces on my better choiceThe ever-gladd'ning fruits of paradise,And heav'n's unmeasur'd good, and joys untold.
Although no blossom'd fig tree deck the field,
Nor fruit hangs clust'ring on the joyful vine,
To give, when press'd, the spirit-cheering wine,
Nor cultur'd ground the needful food doth yield;
Although the flocks the fold no longer shield,
Nor sheep and goats from rav'nous wolves confine;
Although no grazing herds, as once, are mine,
And all my gold to robbers is reveal'd;
Yet in Jehovah will my soul rejoice,
The God of my salvation; songs shall rise
To him, whose favor is my treasur'd gold.
His bounty forces on my better choice
The ever-gladd'ning fruits of paradise,
And heav'n's unmeasur'd good, and joys untold.