Drear, dark and cold, the winter comes,
With storms, and ice, and fleecy snow;
We bless the Lord for cheerful homes,
While chilling winds around us blow.
Some children have but tattered clothes,
And straw to lie upon by night;
No comfort cheers them to repose—
Cold, weak and shivering to the sight.
The travelers roaming o’er the waste,
And sailors on the mighty deep;
How many sufferings do they taste,
While we, secure, in comfort sleep.
May we be grateful, Lord to Thee,
And thoughtful as each season rolls,
And now at once to Jesus flee
For grace to save and bless our souls.
ML 03/10/1918