Scripture Verse

The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle dove is heard in our land. Song of Solomon 2:12

Introduction

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John Newton
(1725–1807)

Words: John New­ton, Ol­ney Hymns (Lon­don: W. Ol­iv­er, 1779), Book 2, num­ber 32. Spring.

Music: Far and Near (Spa­zier) Jo­hann K. Spa­zier (1761–1805) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Lyrics

Bleak winter is subdued at length,
And forced to yield the day;
The sun has wasted all his strength,
And driven him away.

And now long wished for spring is come,
How altered is the scene!
The trees and shrubs are dressed in bloom,
The earth arrayed in green.

Where’er we tread, beneath our feet
The clustering flowers spring;
The artless birds, in concert sweet,
Invite our hearts to sing.

But ah! in vain I strive to join
Oppressed with sin and doubt;
I feel ’tis winter still, within,
Tho’ all is spring without.

Oh! would my Savior from on high,
Break thro’ these clouds and shine!
No creature, then, more blest than I,
No song more loud than mine.

Till then—no softly warbling thrush,
Nor cowslip’s sweet perfume;
Nor beauties of each painted bush,
Can dissipate my gloom.

To Adam, soon as he transgressed,
Thus Eden bloomed in vain;
Not paradise could give him rest,
Or soothe his heartfelt pain.

Yet here an emblem I perceive
Of what the Lord can do;
Dear Savior, help me to believe
That I may flourish, too.

Thy word can soon my hopes revive,
Can overcome my foes;
And make my languid graces thrive,
And blossom like the rose.