I Will Praise The Lord at All Times
Winter has a joy for me,
While the Saviours charms I read,
Lowly, meek, from blemish free,
In the snowdrops pensive head.
Spring returns, and brings along
Hark! the turtles plaintive song
Seems to speak His dying groans!
Summer has a thousand charms,
All expressive of His worth;
Tis His sun that lights and warms,
His the air that cools the earth.
What! has autumn left to say
Nothing of a Saviours grace'
Yes, the beams of milder day
Tell me of His smiling face.
Light appears with early dawn,
While the sun makes haste to rise;
See His bleeding beauties drawn
On the blushes of the skies.
Evening with a silent pace,
Slowly moving in the west,
Shows an emblem of His grace,
Points to an eternal rest.