The Spring-Tide

1The springtide hour brings leaf and flow'r,
With songs of life and love,
And many a lay to cheer the day In many a leafy grove.

2Dews fall apace— the dews of grace— On souls made sad by sin;
And love divine delights to shine Upon the waste within.

3As year by year the flow'rs appear,
And birds their praises sing,
Why not, my heart, bear well thy part,
In nature's joyous spring?

4Lord, let Thy love, fresh from above,
Soft as the south wind blow,
Till my heart bloom in sweet perfume,
And fragrant spices flow.