1 After the clouds, the sunbeams Creeping across the lea; After the death, the glory God hath appointed for me.
2 After the toil, the resting, After the strife, the tomb; After the grief, the gladness— God will dispel all the gloom.
3 After the wreck, the rescue; After the storm, the calm; After the battle, victory— God hath provided the palm.
4 Then will we sound the pean: Where is thy triumph, Grave? Where is thy sting, Destroyer? God hath the power to save.Source: The Bright Array #15