1 'Tis winter now; the fallen snow has left the heavens all coldly clear; through leafless boughs the sharp winds blow, and all the earth lies dead and drear. 2 And yet God's love is not withdrawn; his life within the keen air breathes; his beauty paints the crimson dawn, and clothes each branch with glittering wreaths. 3 And though abroad the sharp winds blow, and skies are chill, and frosts are keen, home closer draws her circle now, and warmer glows her light within. 4 O God, you give the winter's cold, as well as summer's joyous rays, you warmly in your love enfold, and keep us through life's wintry days.