Sometimes a light surprises

Sometimes a light surprisesThe Christian while he sings;It is the Lord who risesWith healing in his wings:When comforts are declining,He grants the soul againA season of clear shining,To cheer it after rain.

In holy contemplationWe sweetly then pursueThe theme of God's salvation,And find it ever new:Set free from present sorrow,We cheerfully can say,Let the unknown to-morrowBring with it what it may.

Children of God lack nothing,His promise bears them through;Who gives the lilies clothing,Will clothe his people too:Beneath the spreading heavensNo creature but is fed,And he who feeds the ravensWill give his children bread.

Though vine nor fig-tree neitherTheir wonted fruit 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.