1 Winter in his heart of gloom
sings the song of coming bloom;
so, o'er death our souls shall sing
songs of the eternal spring
Then decay shall be no more,
and, the weary seedtime o'er,
all the dead in Christ shall rise
for the harvest of the skies.
2 Everywhere the faithful sleep,
angels shall go forth to reap,
from the dust and 'neath the foam,
they shall bring the harvest home.
All from earth to heaven shall soar,
in that flesh which once they wore;
deathless now and glorified,
like their Lord and at His side.
3 This is life's eternal Spring!
This the coming joy we sing!
Look we ever to this Day,
be it near or far away.
'Mid the sorrow and the strife
'tis the music of our life,
and the song has this refrain:
"Our Redeemer comes again!"
