Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: The winter is over and gone
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 8s
Tune: Sweetness
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 214, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsThe winter is over and gone,
The thrush whistles sweet on the spray,
The turtle breathes forth her soft moan,
The lark mounts and warbles away.
Shall every creature around
Their voices in concert unite,
And I, the most favour'd, be found
In praising to take less delight?
Awake, then, my harp and my lute,
Sweet organs, your notes softly swell!
No longer your lips shall be mute,
The Saviour's high praises to tell.
His love in my heart shed abroad,
My graces shall bloom as the spring,
This temple his spirit's abode,
My joy, as my duty, to sing.