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His hoary frost, His fleecy snow, descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow, in icy fetters bound.
He sends His word and melts the snow, the fields no longer mourn;
He calls the warmer gales to blow and bids the spring return.
The changing wind, the flying cloud, obey His mighty word.
With songs and honors sounding loud, praise ye the Sovereign Lord.
With songs and honors sounding loud, praise ye the Sovereign Lord,
Praise ye the Sovereign Lord.
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