blooming garb of spring

Spring has sprung! Yes, I know it's still February, but things warm up early on the coast. I've been ooh-ing and aah-ing about how perfect everything looks and feels around me right now. A hymn we sang in church today reminded me, though, that all that points to something greater.

"Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands, 

robed in the blooming garb of spring: 

Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer

who makes the woeful heart to sing."