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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
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Gen 8:22;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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Name:
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WAREHAM
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1738
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 309 | No key | | # 9 | No key | | # 258 | A | | # 356 | A | | # 323 | Bb | | # 651 | Bb | | # 83 | Bb | | # 83 | Bb | | # 274 | Bb | | # 549 | Bb | | # 109 | Bb | | # 546 | Bb | | # 180 | Bb | | # 63 | Bb | | # 529 | Bb | | # 229.2 | No key |
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