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| 206 SONGS FOR THE

Jack Frost is near, we feel him here,
He’s on his icy sled ;

And covered deep, the flowers sleep
Beneath their snowy bed.

Come out and play, this winter day,
Amid the falling snow ;

Come, young and old, nor fear the cold,
Nor howling winds that blow.

 

THE THUNDERSTORM.

Look! the black cloud rises high 5
Now it spreads along the sky :
See! the quivering lightnings fly ;
Hark! the thunders roar.
Yet will I not shrink with fear,
When the thunderclap I hear ;
Soon the rainbow will appear,
Soon the storm be o'er.

When the black cloud rises high,

When it spreads along the sky,

When the forked lightnings fly,
And the thunders roar,

Never will I feel alarm ;

God can shield me from all harm,

In the sunshine or the storm :
Him will I adore.