1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. 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.