1 Myriads of fragrant flowers,
Growing in shady bowers,
Give thanks to Him for showers,
Tho' they come from the dark sky above.
Chorus:
Somewhere the sun still is shining,
Tho' o'er the hills 'tis declining,
Cease then the sinful repining,
For its beams on others rest.
2 Clouds o'er the sky are stealing,
Beauties of Heav'n concealing,
Our faith in God revealing,
When the darkness around us may fall. [Chorus]
3 Waste not the days in sighing,
Some one to cheer be trying,
On Christ alone relying,
Many souls may be won to his love. [Chorus]
Source: The Voice of Praise: a compilation of the very best sacred songs for use in Sunday Schools and praise services #69