God of my life, to thee belong
1
God of my life, to thee belong
The grateful heart, the joyful song;
Touched by thy love, each tuneful chord
Resounds the goodness of the Lord.
2
Yet why, dear Lord, this tender care?
Why doth thy hand so kindly rear
A useless cumberer of the ground,
On which so little fruit is found?
3
Still let the barren fig-tree stand,
Upheld and fostered by thy hand;
Its fruit and verdure yet shall be
A grateful tribute, Lord, to thee.