Verse 1
The darkness doth to light succeed,
To rapt’rous joy the humble dread,
(Howe’er our flesh complain,
And still for consolations pine)
Permitted by the will Divine
The cloud returns again.
Verse 2
We enter then into the cloud,
When Christ suspends the light bestow’d,
Or sensibly withdraws,
That feeling all our comforts gone,
Our souls may cleave to Him alone,
And hang upon his cross.