As Spring the Winter Doth Succeed

As spring the win­ter doth suc­ceed

The nak­ed trees with leaves are dressed

The black­ened earth is clothed in green

And all with bright­en­ing joy is blessed.

My sun re­turns with heal­ing wings

My soul and bo­dy do re­joice;

My heart ex­alts and prais­es sings

To Him that heard my wail­ing voice.

My win­ter’s past

my storms are gone

And for­mer clouds seem now all fled;

But if they must eclipse again

I’ll run where I was suc­cor­èd.

I have a shel­ter from the storm

A sha­dow from the faint­ing heat

For I have ac­cess to His throne;

Who is a God so won­drous great?

O hast Thou made my pil­grim­age

Thus plea­sant

fair

so sweet and good;

Blessed me in youth and el­der age

My Ba­ca made a spring­ing flood.

Studying

I ask

what I shall do

To show my du­ty with de­light?

All I can give is but mine own

And at the most a sim­ple mite.