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Now the 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 clust'ring flowers spring:
The artless birds, in concert sweet,
Invite our hearts to sing.
But oh! in vain I strive to join,
Oppressed with sin and doubt;
1 feel 'tis winter still, within,
Though all is spring without.
O would my Saviour, from on high,
Break through these clouds and shine;
No creature then more blest than I,
No song more loud than mine!
Lord, let thy word my hopes revive,
And overcome my foes;
O make my languid graces thrive,
And blossom like the rose.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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DUBLIN (HOWARD)
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 439 | G | | # 272 | G | | # 588 | G | | # 378 | G | | # 751 | G |
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