THE BLESSINGS OF SUNSHINE.
By William Kitching
Oh, what would the world without sunshine be?
Where then were the lovely flowers
That out in the fields and lanes we see
Refreshed by the summer showers? Oh, what would the world without sunshine be?
Where then were the fruits untold
That autumn hangs on each laden tree,
With their tints of burnished gold? Oh, what would the world without sunshine be
When the heart is sore oppressed,
When we long from the cares of life to flee,
And would gladly be at rest? Oh, what would the world without sunshine be
When the evening shadows fall,
With no sunset gleam over land or sea,
But a darkening gloom o'er all? Oh, what must the world without sunshine be
In these lands of heathen gloom,
With no gladsome song of victory
On the brink of the somber tomb? Oh, what would the world without sunshine be
That the gospel message brings,
And the hope of a brighter world to be
On the Christian's pathway flings? Oh, what will the heavenly sunshine be
In the glorious realms of light,
In the house of God by angels trod,
With their robes of spotless white?