Tis winter now
for choir SATB
- Duration 3' 30"
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'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And yet God's love is not withdrawn: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 glitt'ring 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 gives the winter's cold,
As well as summer's joyous rays,
Us warmly in Thy love enfold,
And keep us through life's wint'ry days.
Samuel Longfellow (1819–1892)
from Hymns of the Spirit (1864)