1 From winter's barren clods
From winter's joyless waste,
The spring in sudden youth appears,
With blooming beauty grac'd.

2 How balmy is the air!
How warm the solar beams!
And to refresh the ground, the rains
Descend in gentle streams.

3 Great God, at thy command
Seasons in order rise:
Thy power in love and concert reign
Thro' earth, and seas, and skies:

4 With grateful praise we own
Thy providential hand,
While grass for kine, and herb and corn
For men, enrich the land:

5 But greater still the gift
Of thine incarnate Son;
By him forgiveness, peace, and joy
Thro' endless ages run.