Joy And Peace In Believing.

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 Gods salvation,     And find it ever new.     Set free from present sorrow,     We cheerfully can say,     Een let the unknown to-morrow[1]     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.     The vine nor fig-tree neither[2]     Their 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.