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.