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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
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
I Am Going Now
Author: Rev. Charles Wesley Hymnal: Pearls of Gospel Song #40 (1884) First Line: How tedious and tasteless the hours Refrain First Line: Oh His name how I love Languages: English Tune Title: [How tedious and tasteless the hours]
I Am Going Now
Happy In Him
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Gospel Hymnal #51 (1899) First Line: How tedious and tasteless the hours Languages: English Tune Title: [How tedious and tasteless the hours]
Happy In Him
How Tedious and Tasteless
Author: John Newton Hymnal: Songs of Praise Number One #120a (1904) First Line: How tedious and tasteless the hours Languages: English Tune Title: DE FLEURY
How Tedious and Tasteless
How tedious and tasteless and tasteless the hours
Hymnal: New Life #149 (1879)
How tedious and tasteless and tasteless the hours
How Tedious and Tasteless
Hymnal: New Life No. 2 #171 (1886) First Line: How tedious and tasteless the hours Languages: English
How Tedious and Tasteless
How tasteless and tedious the hours
Author: John Newton (1725-1807) Hymnal: The Song Book of the Salvation Army #318 (1986) Lyrics: 1 How tasteless and tedious the hours
When Jesus no longer I see;
Sweet prospects, sweet birds and sweet flowers
Have lost all their sweetness to me.
The midsummer sunshines 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 season or place
Could make any change in my mind.
While blessèd 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 up on high
Where winters and clouds are no more.
Topics: The gospel Witness Languages: English
How tasteless and tedious the hours
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