When Skies Are Blue Above Our Head

When skies are blue above our head
And sunshine gilds the day,-
When fragrant flow’rs adorn our path
In fair and bright array:-

Sing hopefully,
Sing cheerily,
All along the line,
And let our songs with joy resound,-
The glory, Lord, be Thine.

When storm-clouds gather on our sight,
Rude winds about us blow,
The sharp thorns pierce our feet and hands
Whichever way we go:- [Refrain]

Should no kind friend a hand extend
To help us when we fall,-
Strength to the heart this tho’t affords-
Our God is over all:- [Refrain]