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WINTER




See, how rude winter’s icy hand
Has stripped the trees, and sealed the ground!
But spring shall soon his rage withstand,
And spread new beauties all around.


My soul, a sharper winter mourns,
Barren and fruitless I remain;
When will the gentle spring return,
And bid my graces grow again?


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!


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?


Be still, my soul, and wait his hour,
With humble prayer, and patient faith;
Till he reveals his gracious pow’r,
Repose on what his promise faith.


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

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates:
      Bible Refs: Gen 8:22;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1815# 585
      MUSIC
      Name: WAREHAM
      Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1738
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