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Upon the broken land
That dead of winter brings
All frozen lifeless forms
Look toward the spring

And they know the sun
Will bless them with its kiss
Will push its promised rays
Through the chilling wind

O depth of winter’s din
What better way to prove
The blessed sun’s relief
And life sustaining love?

You icy barren earth
You covered mountain peak
You beasts in slumber’s state
The season comes you seek

O depth of winter’s din
What better way to prove
The blessed sun’s relief
And life sustaining love?

O hurry sun break through
We long for whom we seek
We long to feel your warmth
Lay across our cheek

And now these broken hands
Calloused cracked and dry
We raise toward the sun
Open to the sky
Upon The Broken Land