And old and chill is the wintry blast;
Though the cloudy sky is still cloudier growing, and dead leaves tell that the summer has passed;
My face I hold to the stormy heaven,
My heart is calm as the summer sea,
Glad to receive what my God has given,
Whate’er it be.
When I feel the cold, I can say, “He sends it,”
And His winds blow blessing, I surely know;
For I’ve never a want but that He attends it;
And my heart beats warm, though the winds may blow.
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