"SING, while the clouds are thick,
     "The blessed Sun will shine;"
Far up above the lowering sky
     He pours his flood divine:
Careering thence, the mighty wave
     Will urge its onward way,
And o'er the loneliest spot of earth
     Pour heaven's benignant ray.

"SING, while the clouds are thick,
     "The blessed Sun will shine;"
The God who hears the infant's cry,
     Will surely answer thine:
Before the beaming of His smile,
     All forms of sorrow pass,
Like summer clouds, that float at noon,
     Athwart the waving grass.

"SING, while the clouds are thick,
     "The blessed Sun will shine;"
A few short years, and from the sky
     Beams forth the Saviour's sign:
Above the brightness of the Sun,
     It flames, with living light;
And heaven and earth, through endless days,
     Their songs of joy, unite.

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