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Wednesday, April 3, 2013

"I will praise the Lord at all times."


By William Cowper

Winter has a joy for me, 
While the Saviour's charms I red, 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. 

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