Sometimes a light surprises
The Christian while he sings;
It is the Lord who rises
With healing in His wings:
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.

In holy contemplation,
We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God’s salvation,
And find it ever new:
Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say,
Let the unknown tomorrow
Bring with it what it may.

It can bring with it nothing,
But He will bear us through:
Who gives the lilies clothing
Will clothe His people too:
Beneath the spreading heavens
No creature but is fed;
And He who feeds the ravens,
Will give His children bread.

Tho vine nor fig tree neither,
Its wonted fruit shall bear;
Tho all the fields should wither,
Nor flocks nor herds be there;
Yet God, the same abiding
His praise shall tune my voice;
For while in Him confiding,
I can not but rejoice.

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