Archive for the ‘Winter’ Tag

When Spring Unlocks the Flowers   2 comments

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Above:  Meadow of Flowers

Image in the Public Domain

Text by Reginald Heber (1783-1826)

Hymn Source = The English Hymnal (1906), The Church of England

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When spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil;

When summer’s balmy showers refresh the mower’s toil:

When winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and he flood;

In God the earth rejoiceth still, and owns his Maker good.

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The birds that wake the morning, and those that love the shade;

The winds that sweep the mountain, or lull the drowsy glade;

The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his way,

The moon and stars–their Maker’s name in silent pomp display.

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Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the sky,

Shall man alone, unthankful, his little praise deny?

No; let the year forsake his course, the seasons cease to be,

Thee, Master, must we always love, and Saviour, honour thee.

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The flowers of spring may wither, the hope of summers fade,

The autumn droop in winter, the birds forsake the shade;

The winds be lulled, the sun and moon forget their old decree;

But we, in nature’s latest hour, O Lord, will cling to thee!

Posted February 23, 2017 by neatnik2009 in Nature 1800s, The English Hymnal (1906)

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Thou, Who Roll’st the Year Around   2 comments

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Above:  Episcopal Church of the Holy Family, Jasper, Georgia, January 1, 2011

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Hymn Source = The Lutheran Hymnal (1941), Evangelical Lutheran Synodical Conference of North America

Words (1832) by Ray Palmer (1808-1887), U.S. Congregationalist minister

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1.  Thou, who roll’st the year around,

Crowned with mercies large and feee,

Rich Thy gifts to us abound;

Warm our praise shall rise to Thee.

2.  Kindly to our worship bow,

While our grateful thanks we tell,

That, sustained by Thee, we now

Bid the parting year farewell.

3.  All its numbered days are sped,

All its busy scenes are o’er,

All its joys forever fled,

All its sorrows felt no more.

4.  Mingled with th’eternal past,

Its remembrance shall decay,

Yet to be revived at last

At the solemn Judgment Day.

5.  All our follies, Lord, forgive;

Cleanse us from each guilty stain.

Let Thy grace within us live

That we spend not years in vain.

6.  Then, when life’s last eve shall come,

Happy spirits, may we fly

To our everlasting home,

To our Father’s house on high!

All Beautiful the March of Days   1 comment

All Beautiful the March of Days

Above:  Part of the Hymn, from The Hymnal (1941)

Hymn Source = The Hymnal (1941), of the Evangelical and Reformed Church

Words (1912) by Frances Whitmarsh Wile (1878-1939)

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1.  All beautiful the march of days,

As seasons come and go;

The Hand that shaped the rose hath wrought

The crystal of the snow,

Hath sent the hoary frost of heaven,

The flowing waters sealed,

And laid a silent loveliness

On hill and wood and field.

2.  O’er white expanses sparkling pure

The radiant morns unfold;

The solemn splendors of the night

Burn brighter through the cold;

Life mounts in every throbbing vein,

Love deepens round the hearth,

And clearer sounds the angel hymn,

“Good will to men on earth.”

3.  O Thou from whose unfathomed law

The year in beauty flows,

Thyself the vision passing by

In crystal and in rose,

Day unto day doth utter speech,

And night to night proclaim,

In ever-changing words of light,

The wonder of Thy Name.

‘Tis Winter Now; the Fallen Snow   2 comments

Above:  Snow, by John Henry Twachtman

Image Source = Library of Congress

(http://www.loc.gov/pictures/item/det1994023413/PP/)

Hymn Source = The Pilgrim Hymnal (1912), National Council of Congregational Churches in the United States

Words by Samuel Longfellow (1819-1892), U.S. Unitarian minister and author of at least thirty-three hymns

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1.  ‘Tis winter now; the fallen snow

Has left the heavens all coldly clear;

Through leafless boughs the sharp winds blow,

And all the earth lies dead and drear.

2.  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.

3.  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.

4.  O God! who givest 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.

Posted August 4, 2012 by neatnik2009 in Nature 1800s, The Pilgrim Hymnal (1912)

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All Things Bright and Beautiful   1 comment

A Young Kitten

Image Source = Wikipedia

Cats, of course, are the greatest creatures on four legs.

Hymn Source = The Presbyterian Hymnal:  Hymns, Psalms, and Spiritual Songs (1990), of the Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.)

Words by Cecil Frances Alexander (1818-1895), wife of William Alexander, a priest then the Bishop of Derry then the Archbishop of Armagh, Church of Ireland

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Refrain:

All things bright and beautiful,

All creatures great and small,

All things wise and wonderful:

The Lord God made them all.

Verses:

1. Each little flower that opens,

Each little bird that sings:

God made their glowing colors,

God made their tiny wings.

2.  The purple-headed mountain,

The river running by,

The sunset, and the morning

That brightens up the sky.

3.  The cold wind in the winter,

The pleasant summer sun,

The ripe fruits in the garden:

God made them every one.

4.  God gave us eyes to see them,

And lips that we might tell

How great is God Almighty,

Who has done all things well.

Winter Reigneth O’er the Land   2 comments

A View from My Front Door, in Athens, Georgia, the Afternoon of Sunday, March 1, 2009

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Hymn Source = The Parish School Hymnal (1926), of the United Lutheran Church in America (1918-1962)

Words (1871) by the Right Reverend William Walsham How (1823-1897), first Bishop of Wakefield (1889-1897), in the United Kingdom; he was a priest in 1871

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1.  Winter reigneth in the land,

Freezing with its icy breath;

Dead and bare the tall trees stand;

All is chill and drear as death.

2. Sunny days are past and gone;

So the years go, speeding fast,

Onward ever, each new one

Swifter speeding than the last.

3.  Life is waning, life is brief;

Death, like winter, standeth nigh;

Each new one, like the falling leaf,

Soon shall fade, and fall, and die.

4.  But the sleeping earth shall wake,

And the flow’rs shall burst in bloom;

And all nature rising, break,

glorious from its wintry tomb.

5.  So the saints, from slumber blest

Rising, shall awake and sing;

And our flesh in hope shall rest

Till there breaks the endless spring.