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(Lyrics by Isaac Watts)
His hoary frost, His fleecy snow,
Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.
He sends His Word and melts the snow,
The fields no longer mourn;
He calls the warmer gales to blow
And bids the spring return.
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