O kiss the bright sunbeam that gladdens thy home,
Though ’tween the dark storm clouds that sunbeam may come;
It cometh so golden, so beautiful ever;
Then welcome the sunbeam, and praise the kind Giver.
The Lord, in His love to the children of earth,
Showers His mercies and joys ’round the hearth;
Crowns the year with His goodness and bounty of love,
’Till the earth teems with blessings all fresh from above.
God scatters them freely and kindly on all:
Every moment they come, and how thickly they fall;