Clouds hide the sun, and make the noontide dreary,
Gladness shall cheer you when the clouds are rent.
III
Look for His smile who gilds the hills at morning,
Surely it comes as comes the morning sun;
Beauty shall grace thy life with bright adorning,
Even as the sunlight, till thy day is done.
IV
Then, when the morn that makes the hilltops golden
Round the Jerusalem thy spirit gains