As spring the winter doth succeed And leaves the naked trees do dress, The earth all black is clothed in green. At sunshine each their joy express. My sun's returned with healing wings, My soul and body doth rejoice, My heart exults and praises sings To Him that heard my wailing voice. My winter's past, my storms are gone, And former clouds seem now all fled, But if they must eclipse again, I'll run where I was succored. I have a shelter from the storm, A shadow from the fainting heat, I have access unto His throne, Who is a God so wondrous great. O hath Thou made my pilgrimage Thus pleasant, fair, and good, Blessed me in youth and elder age, My Baca made a springing flood. O studious am what I shall do To show my duty with delight; All I can give is but Thine own And at the most a simple mite.