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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.
GSometimes
a light
sur
Dpris
D7
es
The
G
Christian
while he
D
sings;
It
G
is
the
G7
Lord
who
C
rises
With
D
healing
D7
in
His
G
wings;
When comforts are
de
D
clining,
He grants the soul
a
G
gain
A season
G7
of
clear
C
shining,
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.
GIn
holy
D D7
contemplation
We
G
sweetly
then
D
pursue
The
G
theme
of
G7
God's
C
salvation,
And
D
find
it
D7
ever
G
new;
Set free from present
D
sorrow,
We cheerfully can
G
say—
E'en let the
G7
unknown
C
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.
GIt
can bring with it
D D7
nothing,
But
G
He
will bear us
D
through;
Who
G
gives
the
G7
lilies
C
clothing,
Will
D
clothe
His
D7
people
G
too:
Beneath the spreading
D
heavens
No creature but is
G
fed;
And He, who
G7
feeds
the
C
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.
The tune, Bently is the more traditional tune for this hymn. When I am confused or without illusion I sing this hymn and others that are related. They lift my spirit and I am calmed. I actually long to go back to the choir.
This is not the tune of this song that I know but it is a song that gives me assurance that God will break through and bring light in my hours of darkness or need. I get filled with hope that He who feeds the ravens will give bread to his children.