Where’er the blustering north wind blows,
And spreads its frosts or fleecy snows;
Where’er the sun with quickening ray,
Shines all abroad and gives the day—

Where’er the lesser orbs of light
Dart forth their beams and gild the night,
There may His heralds loud proclaim,
The Savior’s love, the Savior’s name.

In work so pleasing, so benign,
Let all the saints in concert join;
A name so great, a love so strong,
In every world demands a song.