|1||We thank Thee, Lord, that with the winter’s ending,
The earth’s long sleep is giving place to life,
Upon the bare brown fields anew descending,
For now the Spring has come.
|2||Fair messenger from Thee, Who still bestoweth
On those whom Thy dear Son from sin hath freed,
Some good and perfect gift,– where’er man goeth
Some time the Spring will come.
|3||It is an earnest that our darkest sorrow,
Through faith in Thee may changèd be to joy,
That in our hearts, though dreary be the morrow,
Yet the fair Spring will come.
|4||It is an earnest that the grave’s great sadness
Will not forever hold the blessèd dead,
Throughout death’s realm shall sound the trump of gladness,–
E’en there the Spring will come.
|5||Lead us, O Lord, though dark the way and dreary,
To that fair land whose blossoms never fade,
Where hearts are no more sad, nor feet are weary,–
Where the true Spring hath come. Amen.