Author: Newton Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #DVII (1792) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Times and Seasons The Seasons of the Year First Line: See, how rude winter's icy hand Lyrics: 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. Languages: English
Winter