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)|