The revival

Unfold! Unfold! Take in His light,

Who makes thy cares more short than night.

The joys which with His day-star rise

He deals to all but drowsy eyes;

And, what the men of this world miss

Some drops and dews of future bliss.

Hark! How His winds have chang'd their note!

And with warm whispers call thee out;

The frosts are past, the storms are gone,

And backward life at last comes on.

The lofty groves in express joys

Reply unto the turtle's voice;

And here in dust and dirt, O here

The lilies of His love appear!