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The Singing Christian

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Sometimes a light surprises

The Christian while he sings;

It is the Lord who rises

With healing on 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.


Though vine nor fig tree neither

Their wonted fruits should bear,

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.

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