1. His hoary frost, His fleecy snow,
Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.
2. He sends His word, and melts the snow,
The fields no longer mourn;
He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.
|First Line:||His hoary frost, His fleecy snow|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1719)|