Though the fig tree fail to blossom
And no fruit be on the vine
And the fields yield no food
I will praise Thee, Lord Divine
Yet will I praise Thee
Even in the night
Even in the midst of the storm
Yet will I praise Thee
Even in the night
Even in the midst of the storm
I will rejoice in You, my Lord
I'll joy in the God of my salvation
I will rejoice in You, my Lord
My God, my strength and my song