O Lord that made the weather cold
Turn the bitter frost from off my face.
And Lord that on the first day told
The light and dark to each yield place
Allow some light to those who crawl
Upon the land you let appear.
And Lord, the maker of us all
By all that's holy or that's dear
Let not the snow fall down too hard
Lest ice should overwhelm our heads;
And Lord, our great and mighty guard
Allow us to achieve our beds.
O Lord, delay the storm and save
Us from a frozen, chipped-out grave.
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