1 Mark the soft-falling snow,
And the descending rain:
To heav'n, from whence it fell,
It turns not back again;
But waters earth
Through ev'ry pore,
And calls forth all
Her secret store.
2 Array'd in beauteous green,
The hills and valleys shine;
And man and beast are fed
by providence divine.
The harvest bows
Its golden ears,
The copious seed
Of future years.
3 "So," saith the God of grace,
"My gospel shall descend,
"Almighty to effect
"The purpose I intend.
"Millions of souls
"Shall feel its pow'r,
"And bear it down
"To millions more."
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First Line: | Mark the soft-falling snow |
Meter: | P. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | The Influence of God's Holy Spirit |