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Hinweis: Klavieraufnahmen können zeitlich leicht von der Hervorhebung abweichen.
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.
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A
tedious
and
Bm
tasteless
the
D
hours
GWhen
D
Jesus
no
Em
longer
I
A
see!
DSweet
A
prospects,
sweet
Bm
birds
and sweet
D
flow'rs,
GHave
D
all
lost
G
their
A
sweetness
to
D
me.
The midsummer sun shines but
G
dim,
EmThe
D
fields
strive in vain to
G
look
A
gay;
DBut
A
when
I am
Bm
happy
in
D
Him
GDe
D
cember's
G
as
A
pleasant
as
D
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.
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.
DHis
A
name
yields the
Bm
richest
D
perfume,
GAnd
D
sweeter
than
Em
music
His
A
voice;
DHis
A
presence
Bm
disperses
my
D
gloom,
GAnd
D
makes
all
G A
within
me
D
rejoice.
I should, were He always thus
G
nigh,
EmHave
D
nothing
to wish or
G
to
A
fear;
DNo
A
mortal
so
Bm
happy
as
D
I;
GMy
D
summer
G
would
A
last
all the
D
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.
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.
D AContent
with
Bm
beholding
His
D
face,
GMy
D
all
to His
Em
pleasure
A
resigned;
DNo
A
changes
of
Bm
season
or
D
place,
GWould
D
make
G
any
A
change
in my
D
mind.
While blessed with a sense of
G
His
love,
EmA
D
palace
a toy would
G A
appear;
DAnd
A
prisons
would
Bm
palaces
D
prove,
GIf
D
Jesus
G
would
A
dwell
with me
D
there.
4
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? Oh, 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.
We found a handwritten copy of this song in 4 torn parts and had it recently mounted with acid-free glass, etc. at our History Room at the Cambridge City Indiana Library. It said the thing was written in 1824.
Beautiful testimonies to the power that our loving Saviour has upon the heart made in the image of God. Jesus met all the needs of the people in the long ago, and continues to meet our needs today as we think of Him. He is the one who makes the living word so lively and quickening. This song came to my mind the other day as I was contemplating a very tedious job I knew was coming. But, I only remembered the title of the hymn and forgot that the real tedium comes from losing sight of Jesus. Everything else is doable with Him. With our Shepherd who carries His lambs in His arms we might be cast down but not destroyed, persecuted but not forsaken, troubled on every side but not distressed. No other religion offers the help that the Lord gives to the creatures that came from His hand. He knows what we need--love, tough and soft. That's what Jesus brought back to the world. We love Him because He first loved us--to the end.
I grew up hearing James Cleveland singing this with his singers, and I fell in love with it even as a young girl, feeling the anointing of the words. Now, I am here getting the words to teach it to my own singing group. LOVE this hymn.
When I was walking in the world without The Lord, my life was empty and fearful; When I gave my life to The Lord in 1988 my days are all spring (even when I am downcast!) for I know Jesus will lift me up..