"Und ob die Wolke," from Der Freischutz,
by Carl Maria von Weber
“Even though a cloud may hide it,
The sun abides always in heaven’s tabernacle;
There, a holy will rules,
Blind chance does not govern the world.
That eye, ever pure and clear,
Appraises all beings justly, through love.
For me, too, will our Father care,
For I entrust heart and soul to him like a child,
And even if this were my last morning,
Should the Father’s word summon me from the
His eye, pure and clear,
Would appraise me justly too, with love.”