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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 the 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, 
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.

"Sometimes A Light Surprises" by William Cowper, 1779