In Winter

For verdant fields my heart does long

in winter times so bleak;

this Winter's hardships last so long,

through snow my way I seek.

The lovely birds both young and old

ceased singing long ago.

Their home lies clasped in Winter's hold,

it makes them leave the forests cold

from ice and frost and snow.

He makes bright coloured flow'rs turn wan

in woodlands and in fields,

the grasses and the leaves have gone

where He his power wields.

Yet now all joy and zest arise

that Summer has at hand.

God make the Summer strong and wise

that southward He can draw the skies

and Winter's sway is banned.