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The Winter, Which Thou Hast Made
Of Nova Zembla Tollens* sings: "Here the Prince of Winter has erected his throne."
Yet at heart this is ungodly and fundamentally heathen speech, as though there were a Prince of winter, who brings ice and snow and hoarfrost. A language that contrasts strongly with what in Israel a David and an Asaph sang: Our God gives snow like wool, he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes, he casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?" (Ps. 147:16, 17).
This is the language of piety.
Winter also is nothing but a wondrous creation of the almightiness of the Lord.
In cold also, which changeth the face of the earth, our God is made great.
More briefly still, with Asaph confessed in Psalm 74: "The winter also, which thou hast made."
Neither is winter accidental; what it brings with it is no mere play or whim. In winter also there is formation. One great thought expresses itself in it, which temporarily puts its fetters about all of life, and penetrates even smallest particles.













