SUNSHINE ON THE HILL
In the low-land where the shadows
Gather at the close of day;
When the sky in all its beauty
Turns from blue to sombre grey,—
Voices of the day are ceasing,
Plaintively the night-birds trill,—
In the distance, like a halo—
Lo! the sun shines on the hill!
Gather at the close of day;
When the sky in all its beauty
Turns from blue to sombre grey,—
Voices of the day are ceasing,
Plaintively the night-birds trill,—
In the distance, like a halo—
Lo! the sun shines on the hill!
When, like Wings of Night unfolded
Sorrow casts its chilling shade;
Causing all our joy to vanish
And our cherished hopes to fade—
When Oppressions hand shall smite us
With a wrath that bodeth ill—
Look beyond the vale's dark shadows
To the sunshine on the hill!
Sorrow casts its chilling shade;
Causing all our joy to vanish
And our cherished hopes to fade—
When Oppressions hand shall smite us
With a wrath that bodeth ill—
Look beyond the vale's dark shadows
To the sunshine on the hill!
Like a whispered benediction
From the Realm of Light, so blest;
Steals those sacred words, in accents
Sweet: "And I will give thee rest."—
Would we feel that peace and comfort
In our drooping hearts instill,—
Look beyond Life's fitful shadows
To the Sunshine on the Hill.
From the Realm of Light, so blest;
Steals those sacred words, in accents
Sweet: "And I will give thee rest."—
Would we feel that peace and comfort
In our drooping hearts instill,—
Look beyond Life's fitful shadows
To the Sunshine on the Hill.