1 Behold! long-wish'd-for spring is come,
How alter'd is the scene!
The trees and shrubs are dress'd in bloom,
The earth array'd in green.
2 Where'er we tread, the clustering flowers
Beauteous around us spring;
The birds, with joint harmonious powers,
Invite our hearts to sing.
3 But ah! in vain I strive to join,
Opprest with sin and doubt;
I feel 'tis winter still within,
Tho' all is spring without.
4 O! would my Savior from on high,
Break thro' these clouds and shine
No creature then more blest than I,
No song more loud than mine.
5 Lord, let thy word my hopes revive,
And overcome my foes;
O make my languid graces thrive
And blossom like the rose.