You glimpse of the sun, so amiably lovely,
I thank you for your gentle beam,
Transfigured by your gold, how sky
And mountain and valley immediately smile!
  How the wide world shimmers before me,
And my eye beams brightly along with it:
You light upon the dark canopy of heaven,
How rich you are, you poor thing, you!

  You glimpse of the sun, though the dark cloud
May soon hide you from me,
Yet still the sky and meadow and forest
Continue to smile so dearly for me!
  And everything still seems transfigured,
And my heart rejoices happily while I wander:
Never have you, sun, proved yourself
Thus amiably upon the brightest day!

  You glimpse of the sun, how little it takes
To make a poor man happy,
And daily to renew his joy
Even in the deepest darkness!
  I thank you, I thank you from the bottom of my heart
You mild beam, for your comfort:
A light from heaven shines upon every agony,
And God's covenant of peace never vanishes!