Scripture Verse

He giveth snow like wool: He scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes. Psalm 147:16


Snowy Landscape
Ivan Choultse

Words: Sam­u­el Long­fel­low, Hymns of the Spir­it 1864.

Music: Dan­by Eng­lish tra­di­tion­al tune, in The Eng­lish Hym­nal (Lon­don: Ox­ford Un­i­ver­si­ty Press, 1906), num­ber 295 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Samuel Longfellow


’Tis winter now; the fallen snow
Has left the heav’ns all coldly clear;
Through leafless boughs the sharp winds blow,
And all the earth lies dead and drear.

And yet God’s love is not withdrawn;
His life within the keen air breathes;
His beauty paints the crimson dawn,
And clothes the boughs with glittering wreaths.

And though abroad the sharp winds blow,
And skies are chill, and frosts are keen,
Home closer draws her circle now,
And warmer glows her light within.

O God! Who giv’st the winter’s cold
As well as summer’s joyous rays,
Us warmly in Thy love enfold,
And keep us through life’s wintry days.