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<h2>HOW TEDIOUS AND TASTELESS</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“In Thy presence is fullness of joy; at Thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.” Psalm 16:11</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_n_e_newton_j.jpg" alt="John Newton (1725-1807)" width="133.333333333333" height="196"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_e_newton_j.html" target="_blank">John Newton</a>, <em>Olney Hymns</em> (London: W. Oliver, 1779).
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Green Fields,” </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_g_greenfld.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>How tedious and tasteless the hours<br>
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When Jesus I no longer see;<br>
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Sweet prospects, sweet birds and sweet flowers,<br>
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Have all lost their sweetness to me;<br>
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The midsummer sun shines but dim,<br>
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The fields strive in vain to look gay.<br>
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But when I am happy in Him,<br>
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December’s as pleasant as May.</p>
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<p>His Name yields the richest perfume,<br>
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And sweeter than music His voice;<br>
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His presence disperses my gloom,<br>
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And makes all within me rejoice.<br>
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I should, were He always thus nigh,<br>
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Have nothing to wish or to fear;<br>
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No mortal as happy as I,<br>
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My summer would last all the year.</p>
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<p>Content with beholding His face,<br>
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My all to His pleasure resigned,<br>
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No changes of season or place<br>
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Would make any change in my mind:<br>
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While blessed with a sense of His love,<br>
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A palace a toy would appear;<br>
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All prisons would palaces prove,<br>
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If Jesus would dwell with me there.</p>
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<p>Dear Lord, if indeed I am Thine,<br>
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If Thou art my sun and my song,<br>
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Say, why do I languish and pine?<br>
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And why are my winters so long?<br>
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O drive these dark clouds from the sky,<br>
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Thy soul cheering presence restore;<br>
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Or take me to Thee up on high,<br>
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Where winter and clouds are no more.</p>
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