Text: | Winter |
1 See how rude Winter's Icy Hand
Has stript the Trees, and seal'd the Ground;
But Spring shall soon his Rage withstand,
And spread new Beauties all around.
2 My soul a sharper Winter mourns,
Barren and lifeless I remain,
When will the gentle Spring return,
And bid my Graces grow again?
3 Jesus, my glorious Sun,a rise,
'Tis thine the frozen heart to move;
Oh! hush these Storms, and clear my Skies,
And let me feel thy vital Love.
4 Dear Lord, regard my feeble Cry,
I faint and droop 'till thou appear;
wilt thou permit thy Plant to die?
Must it be Winter all the Year?
5 Be still, my Soul, and wait his Hour,
With humble Pray'r, and patient Faith,
'Till he reveals his gracious Pow'r,
Repose on what his Promise saith.
6 He, by whose all commanding Words,
Seasons their changing Course maintain;
In ev'ry Change a Pledge affords,
That none shall seek his Face in vain.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | See how rude Winter's Icy Hand |
Title: | Winter |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | Supplicatory Hymns |
Notes: | Public Domain. |