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How Tedious And Tastelss

Author: John Newton Hymnal: Hymns of Grace #321 (1968) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D First Line: How tedious and tasteless the hours Topics: Conflicts and Deliverances; Personal Conflict and Conquest Languages: English Tune Title: CONTRAST

The Tedious Hour.

Author: John Newton Hymnal: The "Connexion" and Jeremiah Ingalls Society Bicentennial Edition, 1805-2005 of The Christian Harmony, Or, Songster's Companion #6 (2005) First Line: How tedious and tasteless the hours Scripture: Song of Solomon 5:6 Tune Title: The Tedious Hour.

De Fleury

Hymnal: The Little Seraph #86a (1874) First Line: How tedious and tasteless the hours Lyrics: 1 How tedious and tasteless the hours When Jesus no longer I see; Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs, Have all lost 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. Tune Title: DE FLEURY

Christian under Darkness

Hymnal: Divine Hymns or Spiritual Songs, for the use of religious assemblies and private Christians #XVIII (1802) First Line: How tedious and tasteless the hours Lyrics: 1 How tedious and tasteless the hours When Jesus no longer I see; Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs, Have all lost their sweetness to me. 2 The mild 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. 3 His name yields the richest perfume, And sweeter than music his voice; His presence disperses my gloom; And makes all within me rejoice. 4 I should, were he always thus nigh, Have nothing to wish or to fear; No monarch so happy as I, My summer would last all the year. 5 Content with beholding his face, My all to his pleasure resign; No changes of seasons or place Would make any change in my mind. 6 While bless'd with a sense of his love, A palace of joy would appear, And prisons would palaces prove, If Jesus would dwell with me there. 7 Lord if indeed I now am thine, And thou art my sun and my song, Say why do I languish and pine, And why are my winter so long? 8 O drive those 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. Languages: English

Happy in Him

Author: John Newton Hymnal: Christ in Song #344 (1908) First Line: How tedious and tasteless the hours Lyrics: 1 How tedious and tasteless the hours When Jesus no longer I see! Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs, 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. Languages: English Tune Title: CONTRAST

Christian under darkness

Hymnal: Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs #18 (1800) First Line: How tedious and tasteless the hours Lyrics: 1 How tedious and tastless the hours When Jesus no longer I see; Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs, Have all lost their sweetness to me. 2 The mild summer sun shines but dim, The fields strive in vain to look gay, But when I am happy in him, December is pleasant as May. 3 His name yields the richest perfume, And sweeter than music his voice; His presence disperses my gloom; And makes all within me rejoice. 4 I always should view him thus nigh, Have nothing to wish or to fear; No monarch so happy as I, My summer would last all the year. 5 Content with beholding his face, My all to his pleasure resign; No changes of seasons or place Would make any change in my mind. 6 While blest with the sense of his love, A palace of joy would appear, And prisons would palaces prove, If Jesus would dwell with me there. 7 Lord if I indeed now am thine, And thou art my sun and my song, Say why do I languish and pine, And why are my winter so long? 8 O drive those 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. Languages: English