Christ in His Word draws near; Hush, moaning voice of fear, He bids thee cease; With songs sincere and sweet Let us arise, and meet Him Who comes forth to greet Our souls with peace. Rising above thy care, Meet Him as in the air, O weary heart; Put on joy???s sacred dress; Lo, as He comes to bless, Quite from thy weariness Set free thou art. For works of love and praise He brings thee summer days, Warm days and bright; Winter is past and gone, Now He, salvation???s Sun, Shineth on every one With mercy???s light. From the bright sky above, Clad in His robes of love, ???Tis He, our Lord! Dim earth itself grows clear As His light draweth near; O let us hush and hear His holy Word.