tr., John Brownlie 8.8.8.8 I When clouds obscure the rising sun, And darkness weeps where joy should sing; Hail, then, my soul, the day begun, And wait the light that noon shall bring. II If clouds like curtains veil the light, When day at noon should brightly smile; Up, then, my soul, it is not night, The glory tarries but a while. III Wait till the hills that bar the west -- That pierce the clouds their summits crown -- Snatch, ere the day declines to rest, The glory as the sun goes down. IV More bright than morn, than noon more fair, The purple and the gold serene; The light and rapture everywhere, That sing, and shine, the clouds between. V If waits the joy of God betimes, And tears bedew where smiles should be; If dark the noon when sunlight climbs, The light at eve thine eyes shall see. |