Years of service come and go,
each God's purposes they show;
every season plays its role,
all in time will from the whole.
Summer days of sun and heat,
when the sky and ocean meet
in horizons fair and blue,
we, our dreams and plans renew.
Autumn trees becoming bare,
fields are taken, left the tare;
these a sign that harvest comes,
earth rejoices, heaven hums.
Winter winds of driving force,
cold and blizzard run their course;
at the hearth of God we wait,
warmed and quiet in *his gate.
Spring, with buds and birds of song,
seeds and flowering shrubs belong
to the scen'ry of God's grace;
life and growth we clearly trace.
In the season of our call,
winter, summer, spring and fall,
each with purpose cycles on
till in heav'n all time is one.