The glory of the spring how sweet!
The new-born life how glad!
What joy the happy earth to greet,
In new, bright raiment clad!
Extracted from hymn 618 by Thomas Hornblower Gill – 1819-1906 - The Church Hymnary,
3rd edition, Oxford University Press, 1973
3rd edition, Oxford University Press, 1973
By the rutted roads we follow,
Fallow fields are rested now;
All along the waking country,
Soil is waiting for the plough.
Fallow fields are rested now;
All along the waking country,
Soil is waiting for the plough.
Extracted from hymn 619 by John Arlott – The Church Hymnary,
3rd edition, Oxford University Press, 1973
3rd edition, Oxford University Press, 1973
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