The Cyber Hymnal ‎#12130

12130. See, How Rude Winter's Icy Hand

1 See, how rude winter’s icy hand
Has stripped the trees, and sealed 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;
Oh! 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 this 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: See, How Rude Winter's Icy Hand
• Author: John Newton
• Meter: LM
• Language: English
• Source: Olney Hymns (London, W. Oliver, 1779), Book 2
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: LEIPZIG
• Composer: Johann Hermann Schein (1628)
• Meter: LM
• Key: D Major
• Copyright: Public Domain