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[The trees their swelling buds disclose]
Behold the fig tree, and all the trees, &c.
—xxi. 29–31.
The trees their swelling buds disclose,
The vernal flowers appear,
And nature's resurrection shows
Our constant summer near:
The melancholy season's pass'd,
No more we droop and mourn,
But weathering out the wintry blast
Salute the spring's return.
The vernal flowers appear,
And nature's resurrection shows
Our constant summer near:
The melancholy season's pass'd,
No more we droop and mourn,
But weathering out the wintry blast
Salute the spring's return.
The signs of our Redeemer nigh
We see and understand,
With cheerful hope look up and cry
His kingdom is at hand:
The joys which from believing flow
Are happiness in bloom,
And soon by tender love we know,
The life of heaven shall come.
We see and understand,
With cheerful hope look up and cry
His kingdom is at hand:
The joys which from believing flow
Are happiness in bloom,
And soon by tender love we know,
The life of heaven shall come.
In that perpetual summer, we
Retain the flowers of grace,
Nor fear the winter's wastes to see,
Or autumn's sad decays;
Summer and spring eternal meet
And mix their fruits and flowers,
And Jesus makes our bliss complete,
And all He is, is ours.
Retain the flowers of grace,
Nor fear the winter's wastes to see,
Or autumn's sad decays;
Summer and spring eternal meet
And mix their fruits and flowers,
And Jesus makes our bliss complete,
And all He is, is ours.
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