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Hymn 83

William Cowper


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.

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