See the fig shoot forth branches,
Shoot forth leaves green and tender,
Watch it grow bright and glorious.
Come greet our Lord for summer’s nigh at hand,

Hear His footsteps aproaching,
Hear His footsteps aproaching,
Hear His footsteps aproaching,
The Bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him.
The Bridegroom cometh; summer’s nigh at hand.

For we know that He is near,
He is even at the door,
Yet we have no need to fear
if we keep His oil in store.

See the fig shoot forth branches,
Shoot forth leaves green and tender,
Watch in grow bright and glorious.
Come greet our Lord for summer’s nigh at hand.

Though the earth may reel and shake,
wars and tempest rail the land,
hearts of men turn cold and quake while false teachers band,
if we look to Christ, our guide, firm and steadfast we will stand.