Veda Hille - Cowper's Folly lyrics

Ye fearful people, courage take The clouds, ye so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break In blessings on your head Your purposes shall ripen fast Unfolding every hour The bud may have a bitter taste But sweet shall be the flower And though dark weather we must accept There is another element Please God, please God Your agents send For every lively flowering Is aided by this friend Judge not the world by feeble sense But trust it for its grace Behind a frowning Providence There hides a smiling face The rain may drench the driest soul And fog deter my sins Yes I do to believe to bow To the beauty of your whims And though dark weather I do embrace And variety is the spice of days I confess a hope, a love for one The angel of the disc of the sun Please warm my skin Please send him That might leave our and smile unbidden Please rip our winter open Brightness, you are longed for, you are the one The angel of the disc of the sun The angel of the disc of the sun The angel of the disc of the sun