Grace to lift this spirit, that hour and trial did fray.
Your arms, they warm me surely, soothe, dark fears allay,
Then all my cares, release me, at peace, at rest, at play.
Come, rain down upon us, a saviour pure as white,
With every drop, sweet mercy, fall, spy the rainbow’s light.
His sign of ever faithfulness, amidst our darkness, plight,
Then, cold will yield to warmth this day, and rest, this blessed night.
“I will set my bow in the clouds to serve as a sign of the covenant between me and the earth.” ~ Genesis 9:13
The music of the cheerful stream, its waters flowing free,
Softly smooth and velvet grass, here we lay, the shady tree.
As light, the crispy morning air, did stir, the breath in me,
Then all my thanks, let render Thee, for the sky, the land and sea.
Lost, the hidden pine trails, the snow in endless white,
Mountains and the forest glean, in winter’s quiet light.
Whispering call, to man and beast, come forth, this holy night,
To greet the One, who is, who was, whose star reigns ever bright.