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 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 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 blessed 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? Oh, 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.