All Is Bright and Cheerful Round Us

All is bright and cheer­ful round us

All ab­ove is soft and blue;

Spring at last hath come and found us;

Spring and all its plea­sures too;

Every flow­er is full of glad­ness;

Dew is bright

and birds are gay;

Earth

with all its sin and sad­ness

Seems a hap­py place to­day.

If the flow­ers

that fade so quick­ly

If a day

that ends in night

If the skies

that clouds so thick­ly

Often cov­er from our sight—

If they all have so much beau­ty

What must be God’s land of rest

Where His sons

that do their du­ty

After ma­ny toils are blest?

There are leaves that nev­er wi­ther;

There are flow’rs that ne’er decay;

Nothing ev­il go­eth thi­ther;

Nothing good is kept away.

They that came from tri­bu­la­tion

Washed their robes and made them white

Out of ev­ery tongue and na­tion

Now have rest

and peace

and light.