C.M.
1
The ice and snow we lately saw,
Which covered all the ground,
Are melted soon before the thaw,
And can no more be found.
2
Could all the art of man suffice
To move away the snow,
To clear the rivers from the ice,
Or make the waters flow?
3
No, ’tis the work of God alone:
An emblem of the power
By which He melts the heart of stone,
In His appointed hour.
4
All outward means, till He appears,
Will ineffectual prove;
Though much the sinner sees and hears,
He’s destitute of love.
5
But let the stoutest sinner feel
The softening warmth of grace,
Though hard as ice, or rock, or steel,
His heart dissolves apace.
