Winter Has A Joy For Me


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, is 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 hast 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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