Sometimes a light surprises
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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 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 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. |
Quondam iubar miratur canens homo pius, cum Deus oriatur alis medentibus, qui minuit dolorem, si crevit, animi brevemque dat nitorem, solamen pluvii. Salvantem praedicare tum nos eum iuvat, nec invenimus quare dicandi taedeat. Sic hodie laborum beate liberi quid cras sit eventurum loquamur inscii: "Malorum crastinorum effugium dabit amictor liliorum qui nos vestiverit. Escarum praebitor vos, quot estis, sustinet: si pascit ille corvos, num natos negleget?" Nec ficus neque vitis carpenda praebeat et sit Pales immitis pecusque supprimat: *eundem hunc manentem laudabit os meum,* nec fallet me fidentem in eo gaudium. *eundem se gerentem |