1 Sometimes a light surprises
the child of God who 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 joyfully pursue
the theme of God’s salvation,
and find it ever new.
Set free from present sorrow,
we cheerfully can say:
'Now let the unknown morrow
bring with it what it may:

3 'it can bring with it nothing
but God 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 looked-for fruit should bear,
though all the field 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.