Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book
Date: 1815
Compiler: John Thompson et al
Publisher/Printer: Looker and Wallace
First Line: How tedious and tasteless the hours
Topic: The Love and Beauties of Christ
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Tune:
Hymn Number: 92
Page Number: 077, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsHow tedious and tasteless the hours,
When Jesus no longer I see;
Sweet prospects, sweet birds & sweet flowers,
Have lost all their sweetness to me;
The mid-summer sunshines but dim,
The fields strive in vain to look gay;
But when I am happy in him,
December's as pleasant as May
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.
Content with beholding his face,
My all to his pleasure resign'd;
No changes of season or place,
Would make any change in my mind;
While blest with a sense of his love,
A palace a toy would appear;
And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.
Dear 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?
O drive these dark clouds from my sky,
Thy soul-cheering presence restore,
Or take me up to thee on high,
Where winter and clouds are no more.