As spring the winter doth succeed

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As spring the winter doth succeed,
and leaves the naked trees do dress,
the earth, once dead, is clothed in green;
at sunshine each their joy express.

My winter's past, my storms are gone,
and former clouds seem now all fled.
But, if they must eclipse again, I'll run
where I was nourished.

I have a shelter from the storm,
a shadow from the fainting heat.  
I have access unto the throne
where God doth dwell, so wondrous great.

My Sun's returned with healing wings;
my soul and body doth rejoice.  
My heart exults and praises sings
to God who heard my wailing voice.

#568 in Hymnal: A Worship Book

Words:  Anne Bradstreet, 1657, alt.
   Tune:  Henry Lawes, A Paraphrase upon the Divine Poems, 1638

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