As spring the winter doth succeed

As spring the winter doth succeed,
And leaves the naked Trees doe dresse, 
The earth all black is cloth'd in green; 
At sun-shine each their joy expresse.

My Suns returned with healing wings, 
My Soul and Body doth rejoice;
My heart exults, and praises sings 
To him that heard my wailing Voice.

My winters past, my stormes are gone, 
And former clowdes seem now all fled; 
But, if they must eclipse again,
I'le run where I was succoured.

I have a shelter from the storm,
A shadow from the fainting heat;
I have accesse unto his Throne,
Who is a God so wondrous great.

O hast thou made my Pilgrimage 
Thus pleasant, fair, and good;
Bless'd me in Youth and elder Age,
My Baca made a springing flood ?

I studious am what I shall doe,
To show my Duty with delight;
All I can give is but thine own,
And at the most a simple mite.