Sometimes a light surprises (Johann Michael Haydn)

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  • (Posted 2020-11-13)  CPDL #61352:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2020-11-13).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 49 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn with four-part harmony and underlaid words in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard
  • (Posted 2020-11-13)  CPDL #61351:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2020-11-13).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 131 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard, melody with words.

General Information

Title: Sometimes a light surprises
Composer: Johann Michael Haydn
Tune: Offertorium
Lyricist: William Cowper

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella or keyboard

First published:

Description: Melody adapted from Michael Haydn

External websites: https://embassysingers.de/scores/hymns.html

Original text and translations

English.png English text

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.

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,

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.’

Though vine nor fig tree neither
their wonted fruit should 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.