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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