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 the unknown to-morrow

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.

Though vine nor fig-tree neither

Their wonted fruit shall bear,

Though all the field 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.