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SS & S 825

There are shadows in the valley,
Where our tired feet must go:
But we hear the peaceful waters,
As they murmur soft and low-
And our Shepherd whispers gently,
As He leads on onward still:
“There are shadows in the valley,
But ‘tis sunshine on the hill.”

Sunshine on the hill,
There is sunshine on the hill; . .
“There are shadows in the valley,
But ‘tis sunshine on the hill.”

There are shadows in the valley,
But we breathe the sweet perfume
Of the roses on the mountain,
In their lovely vernal bloom;
And again our Shepherd whispers,
As He leads on onward still:
“There are shadows in the valley,
But ‘tis sunshine on the hill.”

Oh, the shadows in the valley,
Like a dream will pass away;
They will vanishat the dawning
Of the bright and glorious day!
Even now there comes an echo,
And we feel its magic thrill:
“There are shadows in the valley,
But ‘tis sunshine on the hill.”