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 is after rain
In holy contemplation, We sweetly then pursue The theme of Gods 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
Tomorrow can bring us 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 should bear Though all the fields should wither, Nor flocks or herds be there Yet God the same abiding, His praise shall tune my voice For while in Him confiding, I cannot but rejoice! For while in Him confiding, I cannot but rejoice! 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 is after rain
In holy contemplation, We sweetly then pursue The theme of Gods 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
Tomorrow can bring us 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 should bear Though all the fields should wither, Nor flocks or herds be there Yet God the same abiding, His praise shall tune my voice For while in Him confiding, I cannot but rejoice! For while in Him confiding, I cannot but rejoice! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
