I Will Praise The Lord At All Times.

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. Spring returns, and brings along Life-invigorating suns: Hark! the turtle s 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 Saviour's 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.