All-sufficiency of Jesus

Verse 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 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 3

Content with beholding His face, My all to His pleasure resigned, No changes of seasons or place Would make any change in my mind: While blest with a sense of His love, A palace a toy would appear; And prisons would palaces prove, If Jesus would dwell with me there.

Verse 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 to Thee upon high, Where winter and clouds are no more.

Verse 5

Amen.