How tedious and tasteless the hours,
         When Jesus no longer I see;

Ps 73:25

How tedious and tasteless the hours,
         When Jesus no longer I see;
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow’rs,
         Have lost all their sweetness with me:
The mid–summer 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.

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 resigned;
No changes of season or place,
         Would make any change in my mind:
While blessed 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 unto thee on high,
         Where winter and clouds are no more.

~ John Newton

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