See, how rude winter’s icy hand

The words

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   Stanza 1. See, how rude winter’s icy handHas stripped the trees, and sealed the ground!But spring shall soon his rage withstand,And spread new beauties all around.

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   Stanza 2. My soul, a sharper winter mourns,Barren and fruitless I remain;When will the gentle spring return,And bid my graces grow again?

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   Stanza 3. Jesus, my glorious Sun arise!’Tis thine, the frozen heart to moveO hush these storms and clear my skies,And let me feel thy vital love!

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   Stanza 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?

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   Stanza 5. 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.

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   Stanza 6. 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.

Olney Hymns (1779), Book 2, Hymn 30. John Newton. Public domain. CCEL transcription with modernized spelling. www.praylock.com/olney-hymns/2-30