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S.M.

1
When fleecy snows descend,
And cover hill and plain,
It is a gift which God doth lend,
To be returned again.

2
When sunny days come round
The dews and vapours rise,
Ordained to carry from the ground
Its tribute to the skies.

3
But first through all the field
The gift of heaven must spread,
Seed to the sower it shall yield,
And to the eater bread.

4
And such the gracious Lord,
In voice of promise tells,
Shall be the influence of His Word
Where’er that influence dwells.

5
It shall not be in vain,
It shall not void return;
His truth its purposes shall gain,
And men its precepts learn.

6
So may it early be
Within this heart of mine,
The seed of faith be found in me,
The fruit of love divine.