407 Hymn 83
William Cowper
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I will praise the Lord at all times.
Winter has a joy for me, While the Savior’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 Savior’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. | |