Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) ‎#400

400. 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 flowers
Have all lost their sweetness with me;
The midsummer's sun shines but dim,
The fields strive in vain to look gay;
But when I am happy in Him,
December's as pleasant 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 resign'd;
No changes of seasons or place
Would make any change in my mind.
While bless'd with the sense of His love,
A palace a toy would appear;
And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.

Text Information

• First Line: How tedious and tasteless the hours
• Meter: 8s.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1870
• Topic: Blessedness: of piety; Christians: their life and experience; Communion: With Christ; Love: To Christ; Preciousness of Christ; Presence of Christ
• Notes: Author from index: Newton

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