1 How tedious and tastless the hours
When Jesus no longer I see;
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs,
Have all lost their sweetness to me.
2 The mild summer sun shines but dim,
The fields strive in vain to look gay,
But when I am happy in him,
December is pleasant as May.
3 His name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music his voice;
His presence disperses my gloom;
And makes all within me rejoice.
4 I always should view him thus nigh,
Have nothing to wish or to fear;
No monarch so happy as I,
My summer would last all the year.
5 Content with beholding his face,
My all to his pleasure resign;
No changes of seasons or place
Would make any change in my mind.
6 While blest with the sense of his love,
A palace of joy would appear,
And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.
7 Lord if I indeed now am thine,
And thou art my sun and my song,
Say why do I languish and pine,
And why are my winter so long?
8 O drive those dark clouds from my 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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First Line: | How tedious and tasteless the hours |
Title: | Christian under darkness |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1800 |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |