The sun illuminates the cloudy sky

With spots of brightness by and by

And far away the streaks of light

Mean someone basks in sunshine bright.

 

When clouds would over-paint the sun

And make me think the day is done,

I must remember, then, the sight

Of deepest darkness, near midnight.

 

When I compare the day to night,

the clouds can't hope to dim the light.

 

And when I think that God's not there--

A vale of tears, a load to bear--

I must consider, then, the sight

Of deepest darkness, “spirit night".

 

But then, I've never known a time

When God had "set", His pow'r sublime

Was truly absent from my life,

Regardless of this present strife.

 

His light to dark I can't compare;

I've never seen dark anywhere.