�Tis
winter
now; the
fallen
snow
Has left
the
heav�ns
all coldly
clear;
Through
leafless
boughs the
sharp
winds
blow,
And all
the earth
lies dead
and drear.
And yet
God�s love
is not
withdrawn;
His life
within the
keen air
breathes;
His beauty
paints the
crimson
dawn,
And
clothes
the boughs
with
glittering
wreaths.
And
though
abroad the
sharp
winds
blow,
And skies
are chill,
and frosts
are keen,
Home
closer
draws her
circle
now,
And warmer
glows her
light
within.
O God!
Who giv�st
the
winter�s
cold
As well as
summer�s
joyous
rays,
Us warmly
in Thy
love
enfold,
And keep
us through
life�s
wintry
days.