As spring the winter doth succeed

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1 As spring the winter doth succeed
The naked trees with leaves are dressed,
The blackened earth is clothed in green,
And all with brightening joy is blessed.

2 My sun returns with healing wings,
My soul and body do rejoice;
My heart exalts and praises sings
To Him that heard my wailing voice.

3 My winters past, my storms are gone,
And former clouds seem now all fled;
But if they must eclipse again
I’ll run where I was succorèd.

4 I have a shelter from the storm,
A shadow from the fainting heat,
For I have access to His throne;
Who is a God so wondrous great?

5 O hast Thou made my pilgrimage
Thus pleasant, fair, so sweet and good;
Blessed me in youth and elder age
My Baca made a springing flood.

6 Studying, I ask, what I shall do
To show my duty with delight?
All I can give is but mine own
And at the most a simple mite.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #8651

Author: Anne Bradstreet

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First Line: As spring the winter doth succeed
Author: Anne Bradstreet (1657, alt.)


The Cyber Hymnal #8651
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