Sometimes a light surprises <br />The Christian while he sings; <br />It is the Lord who rises <br />With healing in his wings: <br />When comforts are declining, <br />He grants the soul again <br />A season of clear shining, <br />To cheer it after rain. <br /> <br />In holy contemplation, <br />We sweetly then pursue <br />The theme of God's salvation, <br />And find it ever new: <br />Set free from present sorrow, <br />We cheerfully can say, <br />E'en let th' unknown to-morrow <br />Bring with it what it may. <br /> <br />It can bring with it nothing <br />But he will bear us through; <br />Who gives the lilies clothing, <br />Will clothe his people too: <br />Beneath the spreading heavens, <br />No creature but is fed; <br />And he who feeds the ravens, <br />Will give his children bread. <br /> <br />Though vine nor fig-tree neither <br />Their wonted fruit shall bear, <br />Though all the field should wither, <br />Nor flocks nor herds be there: <br />Yet God the same abiding, <br />His praise shall tune my voice; <br />For while in him confiding, <br />I cannot but rejoice.<br /><br />John Newton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/joy-and-peace-in-believing/
