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100 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 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 re sign d, No changes of season or place Would make any change in my mind : While bless d 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 unto thee on high, Where winter and clouds are no more.