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How Tedious and Tasteless the Hours
Author: John Newton, 1725-1807 Hymnal: Baptist Hymnal 1956 #306 (1956) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D Topics: The Christian Life Joy Languages: English Tune Title: CONTRAST
How Tedious and Tasteless the Hours
How Tedious and Tasteless the Hours
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Baptist Standard Hymnal #365 (1924) Topics: The Christian Aspiration Languages: English Tune Title: DE FLEURY
How Tedious and Tasteless the Hours
How Tedious and Tasteless the Hours
Author: John Newton Hymnal: A. M. E. C. Hymnal #528 (1954) Languages: English Tune Title: DE FLEURY
How Tedious and Tasteless the Hours
How tedious and Tasteless the Hours
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #660 (1941) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D Topics: Early Advent Hymns Languages: English Tune Title: CONTRAST
How tedious and Tasteless the Hours
How Tedious and Tasteless
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #2642 First Line: How tedious and tasteless the hours 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 as 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 season or place
Would make any change in my mind:
While blessed with a sense of His love,
A palace a toy would appear;
All 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 the sky,
Thy soul cheering presence restore;
Or take me to Thee up on high,
Where winter and clouds are no more. Languages: English Tune Title: GREEN FIELDS
How Tedious and Tasteless
How Tedious and Tateless
Author: John Newton Hymnal: Herald of Praise #Y54 (1917) First Line: How tedious and tasteless the hours Refrain First Line: But when I amy happy in Him Languages: English Tune Title: [How tedious and tasteless the hours]
How Tedious and Tateless
How tedious and tasteless the hours
Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #C (1791) Lyrics: 1 How tedious and tasteless the hours,
When Jesus no longer I see;
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs,
Have all lost 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.
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 monarch so happy as I,
My summer would last all the year.
3 Content with beholding his face,
My all to his pleasure resign'd,
No changes of seasons or place,
Would make any change in my mind:
While bless'd with the 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 winter 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. Topics: Petition Languages: English
How tedious and tasteless the hours
How tedious and tasteless the hours
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #C (1788) Lyrics: 1 How tedious and tasteless the hours,
When Jesus no longer I see;
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs,
Have all lost 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.
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 monarch so happy as I,
My summer would last all the year.
3 Content with beholding his face,
My All to his pleasure resign'd,
No changes of seasons or place,
Would make any change in my mind:
While bless'd with the 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 winter 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. Topics: Petition Languages: English
How tedious and tasteless the hours
How tedious and tasteless the hours
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #C (1790) Lyrics: 1 How tedious and tasteless the hours,
When Jesus no longer I see;
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs,
Have all lost their sweetness to 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.
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 monarch so happy as I,
My summer would last all the year.
3 Content with beholding his face,
My All to his pleasure resign'd,
No changes of seasons or place,
Would make any change in my mind:
While bless'd with the 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 winter so long?
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. Topics: Petition Languages: English
How tedious and tasteless the hours
How tedious & tasteless the hours
Hymnal: The Delights of Harmony; or, Norfolk Compiler #17 (1805) Lyrics: How tedious & tasteless the hours
When Jesus no longer I see;
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, & sweet flowers,
Have all lost their sweetness to me. Languages: English Tune Title: SWEET PROSPECT
How tedious & tasteless the hours
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