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1
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.
G-DSome
G
times
a light
sur
Dpris
D7
es
The
G
Christian
while he
D
sings;
It
G
is
the
G7
Lord
who
Cris
Am
es
With
G
healing
D7
in
His
G
wings;
When comforts are
de
D
clining,
He grants the soul
a
G
gain
A season
G7
of
clear
Cshin
Am
ing,
To
G
cheer
it
D7
after
G-C-G
rain.
2
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.
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.
G-DIn
G
holy
D D7
contemplation
We
G
sweetly
then
D
pursue
The
G
theme
of
G7
God's
C Am
salvation,
And
G
find
it
D7
ever
G
new;
Set free from present
D
sorrow,
We cheerfully can
G
say—
E'en let the
G7
unknown
C Am
morrow
Bring
G
with
it
D7
what
it
G-C-G
may.
3
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.
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.
G-DIt
G
can
bring with it
D D7
nothing,
But
G
He
will bear us
D
through;
Who
G
gives
the
G7
lilies
C Am
clothing,
Will
G
clothe
His
D7
people
G
too:
Beneath the spreading
D
heavens
No creature but is
G
fed;
And He, who
G7
feeds
the
C Am
ravens,
Will
G
give
His
D7
children
G-C-G
bread.
4
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.
I heard this hymn sung for the first time at my father's funeral in 1994 - it has since become one of my favourite hymns. I agree with the prophet Malachi that, rain or shine, poverty or plenty, we must praise the Lord.
This song I learnt in my secondary school days, even up till now I am still enjoying it. Yes, He who feeds the raven will also give His bread. Praise the Lord.
I prefer the tune, "Petition" by Franz Josef Haydn, which is what most hymnals use. The tune used here by Doane is too fast for the "holy contemplation" of this hymn.