A Selection of Hymns ‎#DVII

DVII. Winter

1 See, how rude winter’s icy hand
Has stripp'd 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 fruitless I remain;
When will the gentle spring return,
And bid my graces grow again?

3 Jesus, my glorious sun arise!
’Tis thine the frozen heart to move;
O! 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 prayer and patient faith;
'Till he reveals his gracious power,
Repose on what his promise saith.

6 He by whose all-commanding word,
Seasons their changing course maintain,
In every change a pledge affords,
That none shall seek his face in vain.

Text Information

• First Line: See, how rude winter's icy hand
• Title: Winter
• Author: Newton
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1792
• Topic: Times and Seasons: The Seasons of the Year; Winter improved
• Notes: Public Domain.

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