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 snowdrop's pensive head.

Spring returns, and brings alongLife-invigorating suns:Hark! the turtle's plaintive songSeems to speak His dying groans!

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

What! has autumn left to sayNothing of a Saviour's grace?Yes, the beams of milder dayTell me of His smiling face.

Light appears with early dawn,While the sun makes haste to rise;See His bleeding beauties drawnOn 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.