by John Newton, How Tedious and Tasteless
“ No mortal as 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 Would make any change in my mind: While blessed with a sense of His love, A palace a toy would appear; All prisons would palaces prove, If Jesus would dwell with me there. 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 the sky, Thy soul-cheering presence restore ”
