As when the sun, amid a shower,
His beams irradiant shed,
The varied bow across the clouds,
In beauteous contrast spreads:
So when affliction’s raindrops fall,
And gathering clouds dismay,
Let but the Sun of Righteousness
Emit his glorious ray –
And Hope, athwart the gloomy sky,
Her cheerful bow will raise,
To cheer the Christian’s path, and turn
His mourning into praise!
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