Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: How tedious and tasteless the hours
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 8s
Tune: Greenfield
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 215, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsHow tedious and tasteless the hours
Before the blest Saviour I knew!
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers,
No comfort from all these I drew.
But, now I am happy in him,
December's as pleasant as May.
The midsummer sun seem'd but dim,
The fields strove in vain to look gay:
His name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music his voice;
His presence disperses my loom,
And makes all within me rejoice.
No, mortal so happy as I;
My summer would last all the year.
I should, were he always thus nigh,
Have nothing to wish or to fear;
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:
And prisons would palaces prove
If Jesus would dwell with me there.
While blest with a sense of his love,
A palace a toy would appear,