When fleecy snows descend,
And cover hill and plain,
It is a gift which God doth lend,
To be returned again.
When sunny days come round
The dews and vapours rise,
Ordained to carry from the ground
Its tribute to the skies.
But first through all the field
The gift of heaven must spread,
Seed to the sower it shall yield,
And to the eater bread.
And such the gracious Lord,
In voice of promise tells,
Shall be the influence of His Word
Where’er that influence dwells.
It shall not be in vain,
It shall not void return;
His truth its purposes shall gain,
And men its precepts learn.
So may it early be
Within this heart of mine,
The seed of faith be found in me,
The fruit of love divine.