1 At length the wish'd for spring is come;
How alter'd is the scene!
The trees and shrubs are drest in bloom,
The earth array'd in green.

2 I see my Saviour from on high,
Break through the clouds and shine!
No creature now more blest than I,
No song more loud than mine.

3 Thy word does all my hope revive,
It overcomes my foes;
It makes my languid graces thrive,
And blossom like a rose.

4 Dear Lord, a monument I stand,
Of what thy grace can do,
Uphold me by thy gracious hand,
Each changing season through.