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How tedious and tasteless the hours

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #380 (1828) Meter: Irregular 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 with me. The mid-summer's 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 so 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 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 unto thee on high, Where winter and clouds are no more. Topics: Christian experience Communion with Christ, and love to him; None upon earth I desire besides thee Scripture: Psalm 73:25

How tedious and tasteless the hours

Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #400 (1870) 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 with me; The midsummer's 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 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. Topics: Blessedness of piety; Christians their life and experience; Communion With Christ; Love To Christ; Preciousness of Christ; Presence of Christ Languages: English

How tedious and tasteless the hours

Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book #506 (1886) 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 My 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 winter and clouds are no more. Topics: The Christian Hymns for Social Worship Tune Title: CONTRAST

How tedious and tasteless the hours

Author: Newton Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #667 (1873) Lyrics: 1 How tedious and tasteless the hours When Jesus no longer I see! Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers Have lost all 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 season 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 My 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? Oh, drive these 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: The Christian Life Declension and Renewal; All-Sufficiency of Jesus Scripture: Song of Solomon 1:3