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
Hark! the turtle's plaintive song
Seems to speak His dying groans!
Summer has a thousand charms,