Text:Winter
Author:Newton

CLXXXIII. 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: 1793
Topic: Times and Seasons
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