460 In holy contemplation

1 In holy contemplation We sweetly now pursue The theme of God's salvation, And find it ever new. Set free from present sorrow, We cheerfully can say, Let the unknown to-morrow Bring with it what it may. 2 It can bring with it nothing, But He will bear us through; Who gives the lilies clothing, Will clothe His people too. Beneath the spreading heavens No creature but is fed; And He who feeds the ravens Will give His children bread. 3 Though vine or fig tree neither Their wonted fruit should bear; Though all the field should wither, Nor flocks nor herds be there; Yet God the same abiding, His praise shall tune my voice; For while in Him confiding, I cannot but rejoice.