140. I Will Praise the Lord At All Times

1 Winter has a joy for me,
While the Saviour's charms I read,
Lowly meek, from blemish free,
In the snow-drop's pensive head.

2 Spring returns, and brings along
Life invigorating suns;
Hark! the turtle's plaintive song,
Seems to speak his dying groans!

3 Summer has a thousand charms,
All expressive of his worth;
'Tis his sun that lights and warms,
His the air that cools the earth.

4 What, is autumn left to say
Nothing of a Saviour's grace?
Yes, the beams of milder day,
Tell me of his smiling face.

5 Light appears with early dawn,
While the sun makes hast to rise,
See his bleeding beauties drawn
On the blushes of the skies.

6 Ev'ning, with a silent pace,
Slowly moving in the west,
Shews an emblem of his grace,
Points to an eternal rest.

Text Information
First Line: Winter has a joy for me
Title: I Will Praise the Lord At All Times
Language: English
Publication Date: 1803
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