Tekst piosenki
Sometimes a light surprises The Hymns 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.
