ANGELS' SONGS FROM THE GOLDEN CITY OF THE BLESSED
Edythe Morahan-de Lauzon

<<  O WHEN THE CLOUDS ARE BLACK WITH  >>
RAIN

O WHEN the clouds are black with rain,
And dark and drear the way,
A sunbeam glances through the mist-
When I to Jesus pray.
A sunbeam, then a golden Cross
Of God's bright love divine,
Which reaches to my weary soul.
And makes my pathway shine.
The clouds dissolve and drop with dew
The love from God on high,
That heals my soul and helps me reach
My mansion in the sky.
And all the storm mists fade away
From off my tortured soul.
For God's bright love shines over me
His grace which does console.
Console me ever, ever Lord;
When I grieve and despair.
Send Thy bright rainbow o'er my path
'Twill drive away each care!