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 mid-summer sun shines but dim
The fields strive in vain to look gay
But when I am happy with Him
December’s as pleasant as May

Content with beholding His face
my all to His pleasure resigned
no changing 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

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