I will joy in you my God

Through the fig tree blossom not
Nor fruit be on the vine.
Though the fields produce no food
And though the flock be lost
I will joy, I will joy, I will joy in you my God
I will joy in your salvation!

You set my feet upon high places.
You make me run like a hind.
Oh Lord, be swift to answer.  I will wait, I will abide.

I will joy, I will joy, I will joy in you my God
I will joy in your salvation!