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,

E’en let th’ 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.

The vine, nor fig–tree neither,

Their wonted fruit should hear,

Though 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 cannot but rejoice.