The Barren Fig-tree Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDD EFGFHH IJIJKL MNONGP QRQRST UPUPFF

The church a garden isA
In which believers standB
Like ornamental treesC
Planted by God's own handB
His Spirit waters all their rootsD
And every branch abounds with fruitsD
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But other trees there areE
In this enclosure growF
Which though they promise fairG
Have only leaves to showF
No fruits of grace are on them foundH
They stand but cumb'rers of the groundH
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The under gard'ner grievesI
In vain his strength he spendsJ
For heaps of useless leavesI
Afford him small amendsJ
He hears the Lord his will make knownK
To cut the barren fig trees downL
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How difficult his postM
What pangs his bowels moveN
To find his wishes crossedO
His labors useless proveN
His last relief is earnest prayerG
Lord spare them yet another yearP
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Spare them and let me tryQ
What farther means may doR
I'll fresh manure applyQ
My digging I'll renewR
Who knows but yet they fruit may yieldS
If not 'tis just they must be felledT
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If under means of graceU
No gracious fruits appearP
It is a dreadful caseU
Though God may long forbearP
At length he'll strike the threatened blowF
And lay the barren fig tree lowF

John Newton



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