O barren clouds, send a saviour ’round,
With mighty power, and glory crowned.
Whose graces flow, come, spring abound,
Revive the earth, this holy ground.
Take me by the hand, let the miles, they ease on by,
Rolling unto sunny days, sweet as apple pie.
Every turn, a blessing, the hills, o praises high,
Songs, my soul, a-lifting, prayers, a sure reply.
Let’s meet again in dreamland, amid the deep night sky,
There, dance among the shining stars, hung, celestial high.
The moon, her restful watching, the sleepy clouds, we lie,
Until the rise of morning, alas, for now, goodbye.
Silent night and wordless day,
The awkward quiet, lifeless, lay.
Watching, waiting, hoping, pray,
Healing, yielding, come what may.
Wake me up, come springtime, the scent of life anew,
Streams and rivers flowing, as nature sounds her cue.
What had been cold and barren, signs and stirrings, few,
Depart for warmer seasons, bid us all adieu.
Raised among the flowers, the earth, his bed and rest,
Alone for much his journey, yet, days so richly blessed.
With friends, the sun and moon, the stars, their light attest,
The love of God the Father, drawn gently to his breast.
All of me for you, forever hand in hand,
Yours to have, to hold, my love, my friend, my man.
Let you and I as one, bound, this golden band,
Our days, this life together, unto its twilight end.