With purple, and orange, and green.
Thro' the drops as they fall, the Sun's beams
Refracted, reflected we view,
As it glows, as it fades, the sweet scenes,
Our wonder, our pleasure renew.
But oh! with what heighten'd delight
In heav'n the bright object I trace,
When by faith I contemplate the sight,
As the sign of a cov'nant of grace.
When over me hangs the thick cloud,