God of my life, to thee belong
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God of my life, to thee belongThe grateful heart, the joyful song;Touched by thy love, each tuneful chordResounds the goodness of the Lord.
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Yet why, dear Lord, this tender care?Why doth thy hand so kindly rearA useless cumberer of the ground,On which so little fruit is found?
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Still let the barren fig-tree stand,Upheld and fostered by thy hand;Its fruit and verdure yet shall beA grateful tribute, Lord, to thee.