In the sunrise see His Beauty
In the sunset is His Promise
Of another tomorrow
That He spreads for all to see.
In the Spring life is re-newing
In the Summer life is growing
In the Fall come reap His Harvest
Still His Promise we can see.

And in Winter when He's quiet
When His Voice seems far from hearing
He is standing there before you
Hands out stretched o can't you see ?

Behold His Truth is ever shining.
Behold His Love is ever flowing.
As He lifts His Arms to Heaven
Still His Hands He gives to me.

D. Sadler 1982
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