A-fter the chill is over,
N-ight is now passing by;
D-ay one of March month,
R-ain dwindles in the sky.
E-vening darkness fades, as the shadows disappear,
W-hite clouds up above are so bright and clear.
V-iew of the rising sun
E-arly in the morning is nice;
D-elightful as it truly is,
A-s the warm light never
D-ies.
Q-uest for the lasting peace,
U-ntil you satisfy your soul;
I-n the Lord Savior's fold
L-et's remain firm
A-nd faithful.
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