Winter has a joy for me, <br />While the Saviour's charms I read, <br />Lowly, meek, from blemish free, <br />In the snowdrop's pensive head. <br /> <br />Spring returns, and brings along <br />Life-invigorating suns: <br />Hark! the turtle's plaintive song <br />Seems to speak His dying groans! <br /> <br />Summer has a thousand charms, <br />All expressive of His worth; <br />'Tis His sun that lights and warms, <br />His the air the cools the earth. <br /> <br />What! has autumn left to say <br />Nothing of a Saviour's grace? <br />Yes, the beams of milder day <br />Tell me of his smiling face. <br /> <br />Light appears with early dawn, <br />While the sun makes haste to rise; <br />See His bleeding beauties drawn <br />On the blushes of the skies. <br /> <br />Evening with a silent pace, <br />Slowly moving in the west, <br />Shews an emblem of His grace, <br />Points to an eternal rest.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-will-praise-the-lord-at-all-times/
