Sometimes a light surprises

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 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 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.