|Stanza||Poetry Source by First Line|
His hoary frost, His fleecy snow,
Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.
With songs and honours sounding loud, Stanza 5
He sends His word, and melts the snow,
The fields no longer mourn;
He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.
With songs and honours sounding loud, Stanza 7