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How Tedious and Tasteless the Hours

Author: John Newton, 1725-1807 Hymnal: African Methodist Episcopal Church Hymnal #463 (2011) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D Lyrics: 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. Topics: The Christian Life Joy and Peace; Joy Scripture: Psalm 30:1 Languages: English Tune Title: CONTRAST

How Tedious and Tasteless the Hours

Author: John Newton, 1725-1807 Hymnal: The A.M.E. Zion Hymnal #523 (1999) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D Lyrics: 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. Topics: Trials and Tribulations Languages: English Tune Title: CONTRAST