How cold the snow must be,
Yet still the earth it warms,
To shelter now the seeds of Spring
’Gainst later, colder storms.
How hard our trials seem
When in the grip of pain;
Yet God in grace allows them all
For future, greater gain.
Let minds then be renewed,
Let hearts with courage sing;
For seeds by winter’s trials fed
Will blossom in the Spring.
Then Summer harvest comes,
Whose bounty bids us learn
That faith amid the snows will bring
An hundredfold return.