He breathed His grace
During my winter clime
His balmy breeze eased
The blizzard of suffering
Made my heart to sparkle
From the hue of affliction
And the frostiness gave way
To a warm vernal daylight
Then I discerned, His hand
Ministered heavenly hope
Preserved me in the whiteout
For this day, and each day
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