Where’er the Blustering North Wind Blows

Where’er the blus­ter­ing north wind blows

And spreads its frosts or flee­cy snows;

Where’er the sun with quick­en­ing ray

Shines all abroad and gives the day—

Where’er the less­er orbs of light

Dart forth their beams and gild the night

There may His her­alds loud pro­claim

The Sav­ior’s love

the Sav­ior’s name.

In work so pleas­ing

so be­nign

Let all the saints in con­cert join;

A name so great

a love so strong

In ev­ery world de­mands a song.