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How happy and blessed the hours
Since Jesus I always can see!
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs
Have all gained new sweetness to me;
E'en when the great sun shines but dim,
And fields strive in vain to look gay,
While I am so happy in him,
December's as pleasant as May.
His name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music his voice,
His presence disperses all 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.
Content with beholding his face
My all to his pleasure resigned,
No changes of season or place
Can 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 still dwelt with me there.
My Lord, I am sure I am thine,
And thou art my sun and my song,
No longer I languish and pine,
Nor e'en are my winters so long;
My doubts and my fears all have flown,
Thy soul-cheering plan now I see;
Thy wisdom and glory have shone
From out thy blest Word upon me.