The Revival

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 changd 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 his voice;

And here in dust and dirt, O here
The lilies of His love appear!