Behold the winter withers soon,
For see, the herald flower blooms,
To show the rebirth to ensue,
The harbinger of God’s redemption.
The advent of His coming grace,
When He appeared here, face to face,
He healed the captive and abased,
Those in the curse of sin’s affliction.
For He had come to heal the sick:
The blind and filthy in their sin,
Who had the faith to call to Him,
Through them rebuking man’s dissension.
He healed with His authority,
The King of earth and sky and sea,
But full of human empathy,
And touching people in compassion.
He healed then to restore the lost,
And to restore from sinning’s cost,
The reason, too, He took His cross:
The bonds of sinful curse unfashion.
For He has born our grief and pain,
To kill the curse was why He came,
Restoring sinners in His name,
To consummate in full redemption!
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