Текст песни Cowper's Folly (Veda Hille) с переводом

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

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