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GOD OF THE SEASONS, COME AGAIN

Scripture Verse

You crown the year with Your good gifts…The fields of the desert are filled with water, and the hills dress themselves with joy. Psalm 65:11–13

Introduction

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John B. Dykes (1823–1876)

Words: Hen­ry F. Lyte, Spir­it of the Psalms. This text ap­peared in the 4th edi­tion (Lon­don: Riv­ing­ton, Hatch­ard, See­ley & Nis­bet, 1836), page 95.

Music: Be­ati­tu­do John B. Dykes, in Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, 1875 (🔊 ).

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Henry F. Lyte (1793–1847)

Lyrics

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Winter Yields to Spring

God of the sea­sons, come again
To bless the circ­ling year!
Give us clear shin­ing af­ter rain,
And bid the spring ap­pear!

Breathe on this fall­en world of ours,
And wake it in­to life;
And send us ge­ni­al suns and show­ers,
For win­ter’s stor­my strife.

’Tis Thine to rear the ten­der crop,
The wan­der­ing flocks to feed;
And plen­te­ous in Thy foot­steps drop
Supplies for ev­ery need.

The year is with Thy good­ness crowned,
The val­leys laugh and sing,
The lit­tle hills re­joice around,
And earth ad­ores her king.

God of the year, while thus the rest
Thy ge­ni­al in­flu­ence share,
Shine into ev­ery win­try breast,
And make a spring-tide there.