Text: | How Tedious and Tasteless the Hours |
Author: | John Newton, 1725-1807 |
Tune: | CONTRAST |
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 to me;
The midsummer 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 resigned,
No changes of seasons 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.
4 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 to Thee upon high,
Where winter and clouds are no more.
Amen.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | How tedious and tasteless the hours |
Title: | How Tedious and Tasteless the Hours |
Author: | John Newton, 1725-1807 |
Meter: | 8.8.8.8.D. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 2011 |
Scripture: | ; |
Topic: | The Christian Life: Joy and Peace; Joy |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | CONTRAST |
Meter: | 8.8.8.8.D. |
Key: | G Major or modal |
Source: | Early American melody |