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| 1 |
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 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. |
How tedious and tasteless the hours,, Stanza 1 |
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| 2 |
His name yields a 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. |
How tedious and tasteless the hours,, Stanza 2 |
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| 3 |
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. |
How tedious and tasteless the hours,, Stanza 4 |