William Cowper

Olney Hymn 66. 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 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 the 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, 
    Shews an emblem of His grace,
        Points to an eternal rest.