The Revival
.
Unfold!
unfold!
Take
in
His
light,
Who
makes
thy
cares
more
short
than
night.
The
joys
which
with
His
day-star
rise,
He
deals
to
all
but
drowsy
eyes;
And
(what
the
men
of
this
world
miss)
Some
drops
and
dews
of
future
bliss.
Hark!
how
his
winds
have
chang'd
their
note,
And
with
warm
whispers
call
thee
out.
The
frosts
are
past,
the
storms
are
gone,
And
backward
life
at
last
comes
on.
The
lofty
groves
in
express
joys
Reply
unto
the
turtle's
voice;
And
here
in
dust
and
dirt,
O
here
The
lilies
of
His
love
appear!
