Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labor of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: Yet I will rejoice in the Lord.@Habakkuk 3:17-18
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William B. Collyer (1782-1854)

William B. Collyer, Hymns Partly Collected and Partly Original (London: 1812), number 932.

Irae, Joseph Barnby (1838-1896) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Joseph Barnby (1838-1896)

When dreadful o’er a mourning land,
In anger God extends His hand;
Shut are the cisterns of the sky,
And earth’s unnumbered springs are dry.

The blighted corn expects in vain,
The early and the latter rain;
Nor morn, nor evening dew, distils,
To satisfy the thirsty hills.

No grass, no herb, adorns the ground,
No blossom on the tree is found;
No olive yields its cheering oil,
Nor fruit rewards the tiller’s toil.

Creation droops on every hand,
When famine desolates the land;
And panting in the toils of death,
The languid herds resign their breath.

Yet should the spring withhold her showers,
Nor autumn yield her wonted stores,
Should wintry tempests, loud and high,
Rush on the summer’s smiling sky:

My soul, in this tremendous hour,
Great God, would still adore Thy power;
With trembling voice the anthem raise,
And speak in dying strains Thy praise!