HOW TEDIOUS AND TASTELESS THE HOURS

 

1. How tedious and tasteless the hours,

When Jesus no longer I see!

Sweet prospects, sweet birds and sweet flow'rs,

Have all lost their sweetness to me.

The mid-summer sun shines but dim,

The field strive in vain to look gay;

Sweet prospects, sweet birds and sweet flow'rs,

Have all lost their sweetness to me.

 

Refrain

But when I am happy in Him,

December's as pleasent as May.

 

2. His name yields the richest perfume,

And sweeter than music His voice;

His presence disperses my gloom,

And makes all within me rejoice.

I should, were He always thus nigh,

Have nothing to wish or to fear;

No mortal so happy as I,

My summer would last all the year.

 

3. Content with beholding His face,

My all to His pleasure resigned;

No changes of season or place,

Would make any change in my mind.

While blessed with a sense of His love,

A palace a toy would appear;

And prisons would palaces prove,

If Jesus would dwell with me there.

 

4. My Lord, if indeed I am Thine,

If Thou art my sun and my song,

Say, why do I languish and pine?

And why are my winters so long?

Oh, drive these dark clouds from the sky,

Thy soul-cheering presence restore;

Or take me to Thee up on high,

Where winter and clouds are no more.

 

 

 


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