God sends the winter winds that blow,
The ice, the sleet, and drifting snow.
He speaks across the frozen plain,
And whispers, “I’ll send spring again.”
Soon we will feel the southern breeze,
And see the birds upon the trees.
He sends the summer drought and showers,
The growing grass and fragrant flowers.
When summer heat and storms are past,
The autumn comes with chilly blast.
Again He sends the drifting snows;
His wondrous works to us He shows.