*Pastor’s Note: A.B. Simpson was a very well respected Canadian preacher, theologian and author who lived from December 15, 1843 to October 29, 1919. My prayer is that you will be blessed and inspired by his poetry as much as I am.

ALWAYS SPRING

The summer birds have ceased their singing,
The summer flowers have passed away,
The sunshine from the skies has faded,
The autumn clouds are cold and gray;
But still my happy heart is singing,
For Jesus is my Lord and King;
His peace to me a heaven is bringing,
And, where He dwells, ’tis always spring.

The sweetest joys of earth may fail me,
The fondest friendships pass away,
The brightest frames and feelings languish
As sinks the light of setting day;
But still my happy heart is singing,
For Jesus is my Lord and King;
His peace to me a heaven is bringing,
And, where He dwells, ’tis always spring.

The love of Jesus is my sunshine,
His presence is my joy and song,
His loving kindness floods my being
And keeps me gladsome all day long;
And so my happy heart is singing—
For Jesus is my Lord and King;
His peace to me a heaven is bringing,
And, where He dwells, ’tis always spring.

My day no more can sink in darkness,
My sun no more shall set in night;
Christ is my sunshine and my summer
And God, my everlasting light:
And so my happy heart is singing—
For Jesus is my Lord and King;
His peace to me a heaven is bringing,
And, where He dwells, ’tis always spring.

From Songs of the Spirit: Poetry by A. B. Simpson. Public Domain